#like the ice cream itself is what made you cry i mean

[daz4i]

have you guys also cried over ice cream before or am i the weird one

[ghostfacd]

it’s not what he’s made for | quinn hughes

— “I’M THE SWEETEST GIRL IN TOWN, SO WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN?”

summary; in which you have to accept the fact that quinn hughes will never change and that’s just who he is.

pairing; quinn hughes x fem!reader (platonic jack x reader and luke x reader)

genre; angst, no happy ending, reader has daddy issues, quinn is a pretty shitty person in this (sorry quinnier, love u!)

Quinn Hughes didn’t like you. And you had no idea why.

You had always been Jack’s best friend, ever since the eighth grade when he accidentally tripped you and promised you ice cream if you stopped crying.

Their lake house was nothing new to you; in fact, you’d probably gone a thousand times, an experience other girls could only dream about. You were able to become close to Ellen and Jim, who had found you cute and adorable, glad you were their middle son’s best friend.

Luke, who was younger than you, always looked up to you as his big sister, and every Hughes seem to love you except Quinn.

“You know he’s just grumpy, right?” Jack whispers as he takes a seat next to you on the kitchen stool.

He knew about your feelings towards Quinn, being grossed out at first when you told him that you had liked his older brother. But, you were his best friend, and seeing you so sad over his own brother also broke his heart.

It wasn’t until the day your first serious boyfriend broke up with you that Quinn showed you sympathy. He was an asshole but not that much of an asshole—or so you thought.

You had cried your entire heart out on the lake-house’s dock, body shaking as you tried to steady your breaths. It was just so when Quinn needed a little breather from his brothers, stumbling outside with a cup of iced water in his hand.

He saw your body shake with your head in your hands and connected the dots right away.

“Hey, you okay?” Stupid question, Quinn thinks as soon as he says it out loud.

“No,” you mumble quietly, wiping away your tears. Even with bloodshot eyes and a clogged nose, Quinn thought you looked pretty.

“Was it Adam?”

He knew about your first boyfriend. Jack had complained about this “Adam” as soon as you two started dating. According to Jack, Adam was a self conceited jackass who didn’t deserve you or your time. Quinn only shrugged at the time, not really caring about you or whatever relationship you were in.

“Yeah,” you whisper quietly. The name of your ex makes you cringe. “I was an idiot for dating him.”

“No,” Quinn sets down his cup of iced water, “he was an idiot for treating you that way. Jack told me in the past, you don’t deserve any of that, and he sure as hell doesn’t deserve you.”

For a moment, it was as if you and Quinn had a connection, one that sparked hope in your heart. He was finally showing you kindness and sympathy, something that you had only wished for in the past.

“Thank you Quinn,” you sniffle, looking up to meet his eyes. He smiled softly, an image that will forever root itself in your memory. The only thing you could think of at that moment was how much of a nice smile Quinn Hughes had.

Over the next few days, Quinn and you had become closer, a bond that wasn’t going unseen by Jack or Luke. They had both noticed you weren’t that sad over Adam anymore—and that the older Hughes actually smiled from time to time.

Just as you’re up on your feet again, your father had called you, scolding you about God knows what and calling you all sorts of names.

You thought as soon as you graduated high school, your father would’ve dropped whatever act he was doing, but clearly he was still very adamant on ruining your life. You couldn’t remember how many times you cried because of him.

“Is it him again?” Luke asks, taking a seat next to you on the couch. He saw your sadness the entire day, not sure if he should comfort you or not.

After all, you were the older one, and it was always you comforting him, not the other way around. Luke was still pretty much an awkward child, but he wanted to help you in any way he could.

He knew how your father was. They all knew. Since you were Jack’s best friend, you often came over the house in tears because of what your dad had said.

“Yeah,” you say, trying your best to smile for Luke. “It’s nothing, really.”

“You don’t always have to be strong in front of me,” Luke whispers. “You are not what your father says you are, okay Y/N? You are so much more than that.”

Nodding slowly, you lean into Luke’s chest. He automatically wraps his arm around you, rubbing your arm to let you know he was there.

Quinn watches from the kitchen with a sour taste. In his eyes, you weren’t getting comforted by Luke after crying your eyes out. No—in his eyes, you were getting with his little brother of all people, and God, Quinn hated you for doing so. He hated you for being so annoyingly perfect—he hated that you were always closer to his little brothers. He hated the fact that you were in Luke’s arms instead of his. He hated it.

The next weekend, Umich was hosting its annual senior dance. Your friends had all practically begged you to leave your dorm, saying how you needed to let yourself free for a night. You didn’t really care for the dance, wanting to focus on your business homework instead but of course, your friends weren’t taking no for an answer.

They told you that they had set you up with a date. You shyly decline, saying you already had someone in mind.

That someone being your best friend’s older brother.

Although he was distant these past few days, you shrug it off as Quinn being Quinn. He was always well kept to himself, so it wasn’t anything new.

“Hey Quinn,” you say as you walk into the kitchen. The older Hughes was busying himself with making toast and jam, and had only acknowledge you with a nod of his head.

“I was wondering.. if you’d like to come with me to Umich’s senior dance? It’s just an event hosted by them every year—super fun, lots of drinks, I’d love it if you could—”

“Like a date?” Quinn raises his eyebrows, quickly cutting to the point.

“Well, I guess you can say it’s a date—”

“I’m good Y/N.”

The coldness of his voice makes your heart sink. Oh God, this was such a bad idea. Why would you ask him? Why why why why?

“Oh okay, forget I even asked then,” you laugh nervously, trying hard not to gulp at Quinn.

Quinn only chuckles, his eyebrows furrowing as his gaze turns into something you can’t quite distinguish.

“You.. you didn’t really think I would like you, did you?”

His words make your chest tighten.

“I mean cmon Y/N seriously? What made you think I would ever love you?” Quinn’s voice gets louder. “Cause I wouldn’t—even if I could.”

You wish the ground would just swallow you whole at that moment. It was already bad that Quinn had rejected you, but now he was claiming he would never love you?

“What the fuck Quinn?” The voice of Luke pulls you out of your trance, his face filled with anger. “Why the fuck would you say that Quinn?”

“Of course you would jump to her defense!” Quinn scowls. “Whatever, I don’t care for this, alright? Leave me the hell alone.”

You feel your heart break for the third time this month, eyes filling with tears yet again.

“What is wrong with him?” Luke mumbles to himself, in shock that his brother would say that to you.

He slowly turns his gaze to you, eyes softening at your broken figure. It hurt him to see a girl he considered his older sister so heartbroken over his own brother.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Luke says into your hair as he hugs you tightly.

“It’s not your fault Luke,” you cry, “I should’ve known. He would never like me. He was just being nice.”

“Hey, stop,” Luke pulls away, looking directly into your eyes. “He’s an idiot if he can’t see how much of an amazing person you are, okay? A big fucking idiot. Don’t beat yourself up over Quinn, he’s not worth any of your tears.”

Luke sighs as he watches your chest rise and fall with each sob. “This whole relationship thing? It’s not what he’s made for.”

“You cannot beat yourself up over a guy who cannot commit Y/N,” Luke whispers. “You’ll find so much better Quinn, I can promise you that.”

But all you wanted was Quinn. Luke was right, even if he was all you wanted, he could never be yours—for Quinn Hughes was not made for relationships, and he was certainly not made for you.

[sepublic]

Anyhow, I want people to understand the significance of me crying over TOH ending because. I generally do not cry. It’s hard for me to cry, I feel sadness and grief sure! But tears themselves are difficult. And as much as I love media, it’s very rare and hard for it to make me genuinely cry. Other cartoons and shows I’ve gotten into haven’t done it, but...

The Owl House genuinely made me cry. After the grief of Agony of a Witch, the lonely despair of King’s Tide, and so many other painful moments. The Owl House finally made me sob, genuinely, wails I had to cover up, hot tears, sore eyes and a dripping nose. I heaved and made myself cry even more, because goddamn is there such a relief in the catharsis of feeling this pain, and knowing it means you’ve felt something, you’ve felt happiness to begin with.

So yeah. The Owl House has always been pretty special to me. But I think this expression of how I felt was low key what I was waiting for, working towards, after the finale. The absence hurts, but it makes me appreciate all the more the presence it entails for TOH in my life. For the community, for the experiences, the analyses, the genuine fun and laughter and speculation! The hype and friends I’ve made along the way, me building up my own skills as a reader thanks to this show!

I remember being enamored by The Owl House’s first announcement in February 2018, the first ever, possible public reveal of that show; You could’ve only known it beforehand if you worked at Disney and/or were one of Dana’s friends. Something about Luz, about Eda, about King... The very premise itself, the magic. Something about this show felt special to me, I had a really good feeling about it I couldn’t explain.

I ended up checking Dana’s Twitter obsessively for updates, was excited when she posted this one art of Luz and King having an ice cream run, while Eda was displeased with a little demon trying to get her dessert. I expected mostly casual things, but something about the vibes, the magic and wonder experienced through the lens of Luz... It got to me in a legitimately depressive state of my life.

Because I was depressed. Suicidal, even. It was perhaps the worst phase of my life ever, and I hope it’ll stay that way. The beginning of 2018 felt like me finally getting over the big hurdle, that enormous halfway point at the top, and how it was all relatively smooth, downhill sailing from here. So it feels fitting that it was the beginning of the easier part that TOH was announced for me. All I knew were Luz, Eda, and King; I eventually gave up checking Dana’s accounts for art, because I was SO excited and impatient for this show, inexplicably.

That’s probably why I missed Dana’s little sneak peek of Amity Blight, haha... But anyhow, TOH gave me something to look forward to. Something to live for. And when I finally got a shot of Eda throwing treats to Luz and King, the former taken aback by the eyeball, the latter having it bounce off his skull. It didn’t make it to the final cut obviously, but it was my first glimpse of how the show itself would look.

I was in despair when The Owl House was delayed to 2020; I had to wait another whole year for it! And going from 2018 to 2019 was painful enough as is! But man... Was it worth it. The first teaser, the mystery and wonder it promised. My Bionicle brain freaking out over the reveal of the Boiling Isles as a giant corpse. 

And then the theme song. Me learning Luz’s VA, scouring very obscure media to get an idea of how she might sound like. And finally I heard it, we got other announcements; Eda by Wendie Malick, who made perfect sense, and King by Alex Hirsch, cue those obnoxious Bill Cipher theories I still hate to this day! 

Some crew members announced cupcakes they made, complete with banners like “Drinkers Coven” and I got hyped for this little content. I wanted to try cashew meringues because of it, and later recognized the repurposed frames of Luz, Eda, and King in actual episodes. I saw some concept art and expressions removed from the show, and was glad to recognize them later, as I did a frame-in-process of Luz wondering about her magical destiny.

I checked Tumblr but it seemed like I was the only person actively anticipating, and not just including TOH as part of a larger collection of media posts. I wanted TOH for itself, someone was curious if it had owls, I scoured the first teaser for a screenshot to satisfy them! I wanted more people in on it! I saw some clips, figured out Luz’s ethnicity from her squealing “Ay que lindo!” in response to King.

I made a few ancient posts, my first TOH post was me admitting I was excited and wondering if anyone else was. It got NO traction, at least not until much, much later... But that didn’t stop me! I had a dream where Luz was revealed to be disabled, her legs were prosthetics and Eda ended up giving her new magic prosthetics styled after owl feet. This would prove weirdly prophetic... Less so, my dream about Luz being the Anti-Christ (this was framed as a good thing), hence why she found the isles.

I speculated Luz was an orphan who had nobody, hence why she found the isles; But then an article mentioned her mother Camila. I went with that spelling until some end credits confused me with a typo that gave us Camilia, which led to a big fandom debate later until Dana clarified.

I analyzed the trailers, trying to figure out the plot and trajectory, wasn’t quite right there. I was happy to see TOH would have full 22-minute episodes, allowing them to get nitty gritty and elaborated, instead of truncated into 11-minute segments. Boy did that pay off, and looking back I can appreciate what a rarity that was, an achievement. People pointed out the anagram for me... 

I speculated on the titles, confused bits from Covention with scenes from the first episode, wondered if Escape of the Palisman referred to the tower. And in the end, the first episode finally came out, after I was enjoying Infinity Train Book 2, and I was enamored. It was wonderful, it utterly blew me away and was all I wanted and more. I had to get more! The moment Luz spoke of liking editing anime clips into AMVs and all that other stuff, I felt seen, and that was just the beginning.

I spoke my praises, but alas there was no fandom. The next week, I was surprised to find posts for the next episodes so early, and learned the episode was released ahead of time on DisneyNOW, so I immediately subscribed. I was excited to meet Amity Blight, Willow and Gus; And I was caught by surprise by how openly mean Amity was when she debuted! But I analyzed the sub-text of her actions and dialogue, and was vindicated. 

Amity was such a fun and interesting character because she really felt like a puzzle that we unlocked more and more pieces of, to better understand her. And I really got the sense of TOH’s re-contextualization and surprising character continuity, such as when King’s B-plot in one episode actually became the focus of the very next! You could tell the writers really cared about making a deeper story for kids and teenagers. 

One nice memory was when I wrote a post appreciating Willow and Luz’s friendship, the idea of Willuz as a ship; I took a shower and went back to check afterwards, and got notes! I analyzed the mechanics of glyphs deeply when they were first revealed, getting nitty-gritty; I remember the events of a few nights and what happened around me writing a post, comparing glyph magic to artificial replication of dragon breath!

I looked for crew art, which alerted me ahead of time to the existence of Emira and Edric, thought I didn’t know their names, and was delighted to learn Amity had older siblings!!! They were hers! Shoutout to @anistarrose who was one of the few people in the tag at this time. I really appreciate that post where you called out people constantly trying to make King into Bill Cipher in a serious manner, and the annoying implications of it. And how you realized a tweet poem by Dana foreshadowed Warden Wrath and the Emperor’s Coven... AND THE CODES TOO!!!

I distinctly remember this one meme video in the tags, a song singing “This girl is a lesbian” as Amity showed up as the punchline. I thought it was cute and loved the idea, I had no clue...! I even tried to analyze the dates on her diary entries because I was so obsessed with the show and wanted more, trying to see if I could figure out a calendar...

Spoiler alert, I didn’t. but it was FUN trying! Putting in all of this unnecessary effort for a detail nobody cared much for, because you could tell the crew were people who did the same, Dana even confirmed it later for herself! I remember being shocked about Eda having a curse, that one theory it was a Blight who did it. I suggested King being the Boiling Isles Titan, some Youtube channel even asked permission to use my post in discussing that theory! I was skeptical but checked and it was legit, and was pleased.

I went through that godforsaken Witch’s Apprentice game, realized too late the artifacts represented each episode and gave hints to the rest of 1A. I watched Look Hoo’s Talking, with Owlyvia and Horus, shout out to those who remember! I was amazed by Eda’s self-awareness in deciding things for Luz, especially after Luz briefly called it out in Covention. I found myself so ATTACHED to the characters, which makes sense since I hyped myself from the start!

I remember being surprised to see King wasn’t an overlord... Or was he? The original 2018 announcement suggested as such, but the way the show played around even after the premiere seemingly disproved it was fun. I speculated on what Luz’s magic track would be, enjoyed fanart of her in Potions as Eda was. Seeing Young Eda was a blast, and I remember being so distraught at the idea of her being cursed! I made a post wailing about it and Cat-Harman Mitchell commented LOL as I ranted about taking vengeance on the curser. Little did I know...!

I was afraid of a cliffhanger with Season 1A, but nope! Eda made it out despite the demon hunters! With a hiatus, I was left impatient and needing more. I scoured crew art, speculated on what Emperor Bellows would be like; Covention’s subtitles mispelled him as such, and Dana had to clarify in a tweet when 1B’s trailer released! I got into deep discussion with @fermented-writers-block about the show, about the mysterious owl mural.

I guess TOH was my first start at really analyzing a show from the start, especially since nobody else was around to do it for me. And coming fresh from reading the meta of those who did inspire me, I went HARD, reasoning that even if it was disproven, the process was fun! I analyzed snake motifs, the mysterious green hand that stole King’s crown. I made a whole diagram about parallels between Luz, between King and the Gildersnake, between ‘human counterparts’ to Amity and Willow and Gus. This definitely fed the revelation of Creepy Luz later on...

But yeah. To think the snakes did pay off with Luz’s palisman Stringbean; Back then people speculated as such with the title’s design, and I’m so happy to see it came through! I speculated on lore, wrote my first TOH fics, The Bile Coven and Amity’s Diary Entries, the latter of which I feel particular pride for since it was a character study of her that proved rather on the spot!

I was obsessed with the worldbuilding, came up with my own ideas. Imagined what Bellows and Kikimora were like. I waited IMPATIENTLY, and even had a dream where Eda was captured by Lilith, Kikimora, and Wrath, as well as some covenscouts... But then it was revealed her curse was a result of possession by the creature depicted on the mural; And it progressed to the next stage of converting her body to its own as she got more feral and escaped on her own!

The airship used by the Emperor’s Coven proved prophetic. And after 1B seemingly disproved this idea, 2A brought it back after all and I was delighted! TOH was and is a show that keeps giving for me, makes me feel rewarded for engaging with it, and is grateful even when I’m wrong, as Any Sport in a Storm’s B-plot attests. I made jokes about King being Mata Nui because I was a Bionicle fan. Someone saw a Grom poster in the background of a shot and suggested Lumity, but I didn’t get my hopes up... Hah.

There was a trailer that alluded to an episode of Luz and Eda in a snowy place; I knew of an article on TOH that mentioned a ‘Witch’s Arena’ at the Knee and guessed this was it. I liked the song that played because I associated it with TOH, found out for myself.

Rebecca Rose, shout out to one of the OGs talking about the show on Youtube! She made a wonderful video discussing Amity’s development and potential, speculating on her, and I felt SOOOO vindicated and followed her for it! As you know, she became THE fan channel for TOH, and was eventually ascended to a full-on crew member for it. We’d all watch her reactions and discussions afterwards.

Adventures in the Elements leaked, I correctly guessed it wasn’t the next episode but the one after it. I was delighted to see the twins be good siblings, and Amity’s casual outfit... Before that, I read a fic during the hiatus of Lilith adopting Amity from abuse (Remember when we thought she was that functional?), and it understandably depicted the twins as mean-spirited and basically apathetic. It was a good fic.

I remember joke-speculating that Bellows would be short, because I was projecting analyses of the Pale King from Hollow Knight onto him! I considered making an animatic of Farquaad’s reveal from Shrek but with Bellows, but alas I’d never actually done an animatic and had zero clue lol. I had another dream about Bellows coming in with the Emperor’s Coven to apprehend Eda, who became an even larger version of her Owl Beast form in response.

Then Summer 2020 came around. What a wonderful time of my life... New fans came in when they saw the possibility of canon sapphics with Lumity, and I was exhilarated! So careful not to get my hopes up, but look now... I was hyped to see Belos’ appearance. I analyzed the 1B trailer, took screenshots and organized them to guess which episodes they were. Rebecca Rose found foreign titles of 1B and translated them, and I did note how translations could skew the intended anagram. I remember “Mini-Problems” being an episode title...

You can probably guess the rest from here, since this was about when the fandom really kicked off. And boy did people stick around for it all. I felt delight in knowing Grom was sooner, due to Understanding Willow being paired with Really Small Problems on the same day! Two episodes at once, instead of the original plan for the last two episodes of the season together! I ended up regretting that low-key with the angst and pain of Agony of a Witch, which made me realize how much I cared for Luz, Eda, and King, and made me the closest to crying from the show.

I felt vindicated to see a popular artist like MoringMark begin making fan comics, I had no idea that’d be THE thing he’d be known for, after I knew him as the Gravity Falls guy. I followed Matthieu Cousin on Tumblr, got excited for that trend of dressing up TOH characters for Grom and sending in your designs, with a winner announced! I don’t think that ever happened. Anamanaguchi’s Prom Night became a thing thanks to a crew member, and who can forget Little Miss Perfect? Kwame rolled with the success and I was glad for him. Eda’s gray eye appearing after the season finale in the end credits shocked me.

There was the Reddit AMA, where I prepared lore questions afterwards and had none of mine answered, but we learned a good deal! Especially the telling “Clawthornes are a bird motif” from Dana, her being put into a headlock by a nun. Amity and Lilith weren’t close but as I mentioned a while back, Dana expressed that she also made connections with cartoons as a kid. Odalia liking her kids color-coded, hence Amity’s hair, and Alador being interesting. Which led to a bunch of fanart that proved off the mark but also not? Alador wasn’t THAT well-put but otherwise...

And that stream! That wonderful stream! I contemplated spending so much money via donation to get something. Eda drinking Apple Blood, Spencer Wan almost spoiling Lilith having a Raven form. Our first sneak peek at Hunter’s face, not counting his appearance as the Golden Guard in S1; We all guessed he and the Golden Guard, or “Owl Mask” were the same. I was stumped and baffled how he fit into Belos’ dynamic... Hoo boy. And we all thought Hunter was an adult, even Alador at first, because of those eye bags!

I wanted to see the coven heads, based on their banners we saw; I liked the Potion Head especially and even when his design proved different than I expected, it was still my favorite! I thought Darius might be a Blight grandfather and he DID have a connection... I had a dream of the twins working for Osran at a library and messing with him, recognized Mason from Covention, and dreamed Terra was named Botanica.

Christmas art of the cast came out, I was happy to see Emira and Edric happy there, after being saddened by Dana’s Grom art of them and even writing a whole fic about it, which I’m chuffed about! She also drew Mattholomule... I recall in the wait for Season 1B, she did some art of the characters. Gus playing games, Mattholomule losing to him; King despairing over stubby thumbs.

Fanart of the kids in quarantine, Amity declaring it’d be easy to stay away from Luz, to Luz’s sadness; Boscha being mad because she couldn’t talk to her friends. Remember when Boschlow was a big thing, until Understanding Willow killed off some of the hype? And confirmation that Willow worked out, which we saw come to fruition in Season 2; People were surprised but I wasn’t! And of course, Frewin being his own entity from Bump, and not Bump himself.

But back to chronology, I guess this is where I should end off. Sorry, this ended up being MUCH longer than I intended, and really you could write a book about my experience with TOH and the journey on a meta level. But those were interesting times, those beginning eras. Back when I didn’t feel the need to always add screenshots to posts unless necessary. And it’s making me nostalgic. It’s making me appreciate everything we’ve been through, the roots of my hyperfixation. And how it all led to me finally crying, because I really did build up THAT much of a love for the show.

I found my first fandom I really felt a part of, found so many people who enjoyed my meta and validated me for it! I feel I’ve grown so much as a person because of TOH. And as I nostalgically reminisce on how different the show was then, I appreciate all the more how far we’ve come, and what it is now. Snapping back to the present does make me sad over how much has passed and changed, but I also appreciate it while remembering the ideas I once had.

I’ll miss that era, and TOH as a whole. And boy do I associate that classic ending theme, how I loved the melancholy of those end credits, speculated on them paying off in the finale. And they did...! It feels good to hear it one last time after a year without it, due to the end credits being removed or redone. There was something so idyllic and dreamlike about that original sequence, capturing the feeling of coming home, and I’m glad TOH did that once more with it.

[dropout-if]

"You deserve better than me" and Statler?

*bats eyelashes*

From this ask game!

The way I gasped when I read this, you people just want to see/make Statler cry omh

In their ever-present need for validation, Statler has made it a routine to give—give and give, selflessly, obsessively—and take little to nothing in return. They also insist on taking you out as much as it’s physically possible: dinners, strolls through the park, nights under the stars, ice cream, movie nights—making you smile, giving you as many reasons to rely on them, to love them, to give you every bit of happiness you deserve.

Your living room hosts you and Statler’s latest plan—the lack of one. Only you could convince them to just take a break for an hour, maybe two if you distract Statler for long enough. The two of you lay on the couch side by side—another feat in itself, getting Statler to relax, “You said we would do whatever I wanted to do today—” you begin, settling into the cozy space next to them.

“I know, I know, [Name], but are you sure?” Statler’s voice carries a tinge of concern, a familiar trait of theirs that you’ve come to appreciate.

“—And this is what I want to do today.”

They relax, sigh a little, and concede, “Fine, fine.”

The couch is barely comfortable for two adults to lay side by side, but it provides the perfect excuse for you and Statler to be close, to share an intimate moment in the midst of your busy lives. Statler’s arm is snugly wrapped around your waist, eyes firmly locked on the ceiling—a faint frown marring their usually composed features.

(“Don’t you want to take a nap?” you had asked, and Statler replied, “I don’t think I can? Or should. I’m comfortable like this. Are you?” to which you nodded, promising to stay awake with Statler until they had to leave.)

“Hey,” you murmur softly, nudging them with your elbow “What’s on your mind?”

They grimace, “Nothing—”

“And don’t deflect,” you pout “Please.”

Statler’s eyes shift to meet yours, their expression vulnerable, “I just— I worry. Sometimes, you know? I worry about you. About us.”

You raise an eyebrow, equal parts concerned and apprehensive, “Me? Us? What do you mean, Statler?”

A sigh escapes their lips, they tighten their grip around your waist as if seeking reassurance.

“I think I’m just waiting for you to realize that maybe I’m not as good as you think I am—”

“Statler, you— you’re amazing. What are you on about?” taken off guard, you motion in their direction a little helplessly.

“You deserve better than me. That’s all,” Statler admits, voice cracking slightly, eyes avoiding yours.

Insecurities and Statler go hand in hand, so tightly interwoven with one another that you can see them drawing in themself, regretting every word, finding some way to take it all back—ready to beg you to forget.

“Statler— Listen to me, okay?” you say a little more firmly, shifting toward them, bringing your hands up to cup their cheek. The motion alone guides Statler’s gaze toward yours “I want you. Only you. You are enough— You’re more than enough.”

Statler’s eyes soften, their guard slowly melting away as they lean into your touch. “I— I just love you so much, [Name]. I want to be the one who makes you happy.”

“And you do,” you reply, your voice filled with sincerity, “You make me incredibly happy, Statler.”

You want to think that they believe you.

[dualitytransformation]

your name: Take a fucking guess, mon ami.

Romantic or platonic?: Surprise Option.

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: An activity, unless you've gone complacent. I know you usually opt for murder but Arson's more celebratory, trust me. Ever wanted to hear an entire building's worth of residents screaming for their lives?

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What the fuck are these options?

What's your perfect date?: Jekyll crying under a moonlit abyss.

Would you cook for me?: Yes. I'm brilliant in the kitchen, mind you.

Would you let me cook for you?: HAHA.

Can we make-out?: I'd rather make out with your repressed nerd half but we'll see.

Make out in private or in public?: Kill yourself.

Do you like to cuddle?: What do YOU think? ;)

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Fuck blankets.

Couch or bed?: This is too ominous a question, I refuse to answer.

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Murder, arson, fraud ^^

Tell me something about you no else knows: I'm actually very good with children. Not even joking. It's terrible.

Why do you want to be my valentine?: Because I'll bet you three dimes and a half no one else wants to be, of course. It's called generosity, a concept I'm happy you're unfamiliar with.

What makes you a good Valentine?: Lol.

RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION

“A FEW THINGS.” Hyde leaned back in his chair as he studied the application with a grin. “Your perfect date sounds BRILLIANT. For me, anyway, because I’ll be LAUGHING IN THE BACKGROUND.”

He smirked. “I HIGHLY DOUBT you’re actually good in the kitchen, but if you can prove me wrong, by all means, knock yourself out.” And then, his smirk faded into an expression of DISGUST. “I don’t like your answer about…” God, even the word itself made him cringe. “CUDDLING.” He spat out the word as if it was poisonous. Gross. “NOR your answer about making out with Jekyll. Why didn’t you send this to HIM instead?” Oh, shit, he shouldn’t have said that and given Marque the idea.

“We have VERY similar hobbies, but those don’t exactly go hand-in-hand with BEING GOOD WITH CHILDREN.” Hyde snorted at the absurdity of the thought. “And you didn’t answer THE LAST QUESTION. Why should I agree to be your Valentine? I don’t DO Valentine’s Day.”

Not a flat-out rejection, but CERTAINLY not an acceptance either. Hyde’s expression became slightly mischievous as he looked up from the application.

“I’m gonna need MORE FROM YOU before I make my decision.”

[rarelyrad]

Guess what? You’ve died. Rumor has it that you were trampled by a pack of buffalos. Gruesome, I know.

You’re in heaven now, gods a nice being doesn’t hate anybody, etc. and they fucking love movies in heaven.

Films to Be Buried With questionnaire:

What was the first-ever film you saw, or remember seeing?

What was the film that scared you the most, and do you like being scared?

What was the film that made you cry the most, and are you a cryer?

What film is TERRIBLE but you love it?

What is the film you once loved but watching it recently you realise it’s terrible?

What is the film that means the most to you, not because of the film itself, but because of the memories, you have of it?

What is the sexiest film?

What’s a film that isn’t probably supposed to be sexy but you found yourself turned on by?

Which film do you most relate to?

Which film is objectively the greatest ever?

Which film is the one you’ve watched the most?

What’s the worst film you’ve ever seen?

What is the film that’s made you laugh out loud the most?

Who do you want to have a movie night with when you get there? (Famous people.)

What was the first-ever film you saw, or remember seeing?

Star Wars 2 (Attack of the Clones) people were dressed up as Jedis at the theater I saw it at, and 4 year old me, was awestruck. There were lightsabers

What was the film that scared you the most, and do you like being scared?

When I was little, I was terrified of “The Dark Crystal” and I still find it scary as an adult, like the scene when they’re beating up the other bird thing, and when the old bird is dying, and the fire, Jesus, I hate it.

What was the film that made you cry the most, and are you a cryer?

Ghost, with Patrick Swayze makes me sob every time I watch it. I’m not a crier, but that movie gets me in every way possible.

What film is TERRIBLE but you love it?

The Frighteners. Objectively, it’s pretty bad, the cgi is bad even if you remember it was the 90s, but I love Michael J Fox, he’s my hero, and I fucking love that movie.

What is the film you once loved but watching it recently you realise it’s terrible?

Not terrible in an objective sense, but the cgi in Toy Story did not hold up and I truly hope they remake it someday with modern animation abilities.

What is the film that means the most to you, not because of the film itself, but because of the memories, you have of it?

Dirty Dancing. When I was little, if I stayed home sick from school, it meant my mom and I watched dirty dancing and ate ice cream.

What is the sexiest film?

Ghost. I’m an artist, so that pottery scene, really gets me going.

What’s a film that isn’t probably supposed to be sexy but you found yourself turned on by?

Jurassic Park, for all the wrong fucking reasons.

Which film do you most relate to?

Midnight in Paris. It’s a shit movie, but it’s Owen Wilson, wandering around Paris and getting to go back in time to meet the great artists, Dali, and Picasso, and it’s just, like everything I wish was true.

Which film is objectively the greatest ever?

Back To The Future. I think it’s flawless, and it gives Spielberg vibes despite being a Zemekis, I fucking love it. Comedic timing is perfect, writing is great, and I think it’s one of the few that stands up without becoming offensive over the years.

Which film is the one you’ve watched the most?

Jurassic Park. It’s my comfort movie to be honest, I love the CGI, and I just think it’s beautiful, and I honestly kind of enjoy the dinosaur violence

What’s the worst film you’ve ever seen?

Napoleon Dynamite. I live in Utah so it’s a big deal here, but I hate it.

What is the film that’s made you laugh out loud the most?

We’re the Millers had me cackling on Sunday actually.

Who do you want to have a movie night with in heaven? (Famous people)

-Michael J Fox (alive currently, but by the time I actually die, I don’t think he will be. Sue me.)

-Freddie Mercury

-Robin Williams

[roboraindrop]

date night and sweets for dick gumshoe!

Aaaaa thank you! I am so excited to do these! 😁

date night — describe your ideal date with them! spare no expense, realism to the wind, what’s your dream outing?

-No expense spared? Okay! We're going to Disney! Dick and I both grew up kinda poor, so we never went as kids. And well... As adults we're definitely poor 😅 So there'd be no chance if it weren't for this question! In our ideal date, we go to Disney together. In Magic Kingdom, he gets the Wizard Mickey hat and runs around pretending to be a wizard, since he's always wanted to be one! :b We go on rides together all day long, and go to every shop that we can! Whenever we do a meet and greet with a character, he gets SO excited,,, I think we'd probably both have an autograph book, too. At Hollywood Studios, I cry my eyes out at Toy Story Land bc of how much the characters mean to me, and he doesn't even judge me! He even way overshares with Woody and Buzz when we meet them, thanking them for helping me get through my childhood and making sure that I wasn't alone. He's the sweetest man in the world 😭 And since we're throwing reality entirely to the wind, Gertie's Ice Cream of Extinction is still there! We get ice cream, and he excitedly listens to me talk about the history of Gertie the Dinosaur, hanging on every word. We both say goodbye to her before going back to MK for the fireworks, where we share kiss after kiss in the colorful glow 🥰

sweets — what’s their favourite valentines-esque food? (think anything you’d get in that seasonal aisle at the grocery store!)

-Oh my god, Dick LOVES any food that comes in a heart-shaped box, or a heart shape itself. "It just makes it taste better, pal! Like those Reese's trees or pumpkins around the holidays. It's like you can taste the love!" I've made this man regular weenies in a heart-shaped box before, and he's cried :b

[keneestorytimelibrary]

CHAPTER 2

“Gurl, I wish I fucked them up more!" Caden said angrily, as he slouched over his small kitchen counter. He had just finished updating me on what happened after I left, and what their “punishments” were. Danny and Veronica received final warnings, with a four day suspension. Caden walked out with a three day suspension, and his first warning. Jack wanted to fire me for walking out on a shift, but Ryan decided otherwise. It didn't bother me as much if they did fire me; I don’t plan on working with Danny or Veronica again.

"But besides that bullshit, tell me exactly what you did!” Caden demanded in a drunken slur. He had already finished his fifth glass of Pinot Grigio, and was pouring his sixth. I was slumped over his small couch, trying to keep myself together. The empty gallon of Cookies and Cream ice cream and empty bottle of Jameson meant that I was going to have a “fun” morning tomorrow.

“Cade, you should have seen the mess I made in his apartment!” I exclaimed, my eyes fixed to the floor. For some reason, I couldn’t muster up the strength to lift them. I kept my eyes fixated on the small dent Caden made months ago when he decided to wear red Peep-Toe Mary Janes for Halloween. The cheap floor caved in the second he walked on it with heels.

“Rockey, YOU should have seen Danny's face when he and Veronica left the restaurant! I swear Danny shitted himself when he saw what happened to his car!” Caden rejoiced as he recounted the look of horror Danny had plastered all over his face. “The dumb ass is probably still there crying…”

‘I would have paid money to see Danny’s face…’ I thought to myself. The thought brought a small smile...and tears to my face. I thought I had gotten over the need to cry years ago, after my grandpa died. Guess not…

Caden stumbled over to me, and jumped onto the other side of the couch, landing on my feet. I made some room for him, though it was a bit difficult. After walking for hours, I had lost feeling on both legs. The air became heavy, as if I was being cornered in a hoarder's house. I knew he wanted to “talk”...

“Rockey...babe...I am so sorry this happened…” Caden said, reaching out to grab my hand. I could only squeeze his hand back; I didn’t have the energy to do anything else.

“Why do guys cheat?” I asked, not expecting an answer from Caden. It was mainly a question that I wanted to ask myself. “Like, was I not enough? Did I mean nothing to him?!” Caden remained quiet, allowing my thoughts to run wild outside my mind.

I felt my body lift itself off the couch, and I found myself stumbling across Caden’s living room. Thankfully his roommate was gone for the night; I knew that my little performance would not be quiet to any degree.

“I mean, I work THREE FUCKING JOBS to help pay rent, and put gas in his car! I bought him so many things, including his stupid ass video games! I spent so much money on him, thinking that I was building a future! I lost so many years because of him. What the fuck am I? A 27 year old slob with no degree, and no place to stay!” I was screaming at the top of my voice; the thought of Caden’s neighbor was the last thing on my mind.

“But don’t think I didn’t get even! I fucked up his entire apartment! I sprayed painted EVERYTHING inside. I destroyed all of his appliances and burned his clothes in the park outside. And I smashed his video games and Play Station. I even sold his Macbook to cop weed!” The more I spoke, the stronger the urge was to cry. I didn’t want to...I didn’t want to admit how hard Danny affected me. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction…

Caden jumped up from the couch, and slowly made his way to me. "FUCK MEN! Men are nothing but dogs! You deserve so much better!” He exclaimed. Caden could care less if his neighbor’s called the cops.

My phone began to ring, bringing me back to reality. Caden and I looked at my phone as if it were a foreign object. I had left my phone on top of the three bags I brought over. There was nothing but clothes, underwear, and my grandpa’s possessions. Whatever I couldn’t carry, I gave away. The walk from Danny’s apartment to Caden’s was two hours that I will never get back. And the walk from one side of Newark to the other was fun.

We looked at it for a few more seconds, before I stumbled over to it. As I neared it, I noticed Danny’s picture. ‘He was calling…?’

“What the fuck does he want!?” Caden demanded as he saw Danny’s picture.

“Maybe to curse my life out after the mess I made?” I said laughing. “The fucker deserved it…” I felt my hands move on their own, and before I could process what was going on, I answered the call.

“What the fuck do you want you lying piece of fucking shit!?” I yelled. Caden was beside me, trying to grab the phone. For some unknown reason, I did what I could to hold onto it.

“Rockey, baby can we please talk?!” Danny pleaded. It sounded like he was crying for hours. It was a neat trick he used before to get me to forgive him. I could feel a heavy feeling growing at the pit of my stomach, and I had this growing urge to hug and comfort him. Thank God he was not here…

“Just tell me Danny...why?” I asked. I could hear my voice crack. I was going to cry. “What have I done to deserve this?!”

Silence. I could barely hear Danny breathing. Caden stopped as well, as if he wanted to know the answer to the question as well.

“Have I not supported you? Was I not attractive anymore…?” My tears began to fall, and my words were getting harder to understand. “Was it because I was always working? Did she give you something that I didn’t? Did she make you feel special?!” I could barely hold myself together. It sounded as if I was choking on a fruit that would not go down my throat.

“Rockey...please I can’t understand you when you’re like this…” Danny said softly. I pulled the phone away from me, trying my hardest to collect myself. I hated how he made me feel like I was acting like a fool.

After a few minutes of silence, I brought the phone back to my ear. “Understand this…In a few years when you are alone, wondering why there is nothing good going on in your life, I want you to think of this moment. I want you to think of what could’ve happened. I want you to ask yourself why you allowed yourself to go astray. I hope that at that moment you understand the pain you put me through. I want you to understand how alone and humiliated I feel right now. I want you to waste years wishing you did not give up on us. I want you to feel this fucking agony. Then, and only then, are you allowed to call me and ask to talk! Until then, go fuck yourself you fucking cock-sucking, dirty ass FUCKWEASEL!” With that, I hung up the phone and threw it against the wall.

I collapsed onto the floor, crying harder than I have ever done. I hated this feeling! I hated feeling vulnerable and low. All I wanted to do was crawl under a rock and die; anything was better than this.

Caden rushed over to me, comforting me as best he could. “Rockey, listen to me… This pain is only temporary.” He brought my eyes to meet him, as he wiped away my tears. “Honey, Life went ahead and showed you that he was not meant for you. Lessons learned are not a waste of time. Feeling this pain, and embracing it, is going to make you stronger. You have a fighting spirit, and at times you are going to have to be tested. It is going to suck, but I know that you are going to pull through. And before long, you are going to look back at this moment and realize that everything you’ve been through has led you to a better future. A future where you learn to love yourself again. Where you learn to let go of your fears and anger. And when you learn that everything is going to be ok, you will find someone who deserves to be with you. Someone who appreciates the little things you do for them. Someone who won’t give you up so easily. Until then, remember you always have me.”

I gave Caden a weak smile, but it was enough for him. He gave me a hug and continued to hold me until I fell asleep. Whether I was ready for it, Life was going to continue pushing forward. I knew at some point, I was going to have to get up and move alongside it.

[dwlqueen]

Thoughts/Meta on Episode 2x01

I do appreciate Starz putting warnings in front of these episodes. The subject isn't triggering for me, personally, but I know it can be for others. Plus, it lets me know that whatever is discussed in this episode is probably going to traumatize my poor muse more than a little.

Mun note: I still love the opening credits. So so much.

So it looks like we pick up directly after the match. I think Brin would have tried to talk to Ace inside...before his storm out to the car. But when it was clear he wanted to go, well...then she's back inside and jumping up and down with Crystal cause HELL YEAH!!! Plus this very public win means she might now actually have a chance. Cause Jack can't deny how well Crystal did. And hello? The story writes itself. Little Sister coming in to avenge her brothers and take back the belt.

Oh Gully. GULLY NO. Brin is gonna be COMING FOR YOU. We don't talk shit about women and ESPECIALLY CRYSTAL on her watch. Brin would have a social media response posted before the night was over.

Jack's face when Connie and Bill are semi flirting with each other... Brin is like "Same, Bro. Same."

Crystal trying out her poses in the mirror. Stoooop. It's too cute. Brin is so proud of her bestie.

Trigger warning for this bit...cause Jack arrives to find their dad and then Ace outside the house...I'm guessing Brin would have been sitting on the lawn with Ace, not so much in shock like Ace is but hysterically bawling. Like the first thing he probably would have heard when he got out of the car was his little sister crying. She'd immediately want to go to him but I'm sure Jack would tell Ace to keep her back...so he could see for himself what happened. Cover up their dad. Kind of like once their mom got home.

And then the funeral. Brin doing the dirt thing along with her brothers and the others.

Like Ace, Brin would have been hiding during the reception at the Arena. But she would have been hiding in the office. Where she could just ignore it all. Crystal probably checking on her from time to time. Bringing her food and such as she "made the rounds".

I am very much appreciating the amount of backstory we're getting in this episode. Though OMG Barbara, how many times in one sentence are you trying to work in the name Duffy???

So Jack met Stacey in college. The sort of college that had Greek Life. So yeah. Probably didn't take well to Brin being like fuck going to a 4 year University, I'll do community college and stay in Duffy to help with the DWL. There was most definitely a fight.

Tiny Brin ABSOLUTELY took advantage of the free ice cream.

I love Willie but Jack has EVERY right to be bitter about what happened.

IS JACK COMPLAINING ABOUT PEOPLE NOT LISTENING TO HIS INPUT AND STORY IDEAS??? REALLY???? It might be part of the flashback, but let me tell you...Brin is very much looking at the camera like she is on the office right now. Cause YEAH. SUCKS, JACK, DOESN'T IT???

So Jack wanted Ace involved...BRIN IS FEELING VERY LEFT OUT RIGHT NOW. She would also like a different memory. Thanks.

Brin would be JUST BARELY holding it together during Willie's speech. And most likely would have sat with Willie during the match.

Fuck I love Crystal.

Brin wants to go rock jumping at the Quarry. Did anyone take her???

Ace executing his dad's move and everyone getting choked up about it. MY HEART. I do think Crystal would have moved through the crowd during the King Spade chanting after to get to Brin. Cause girl is gonna need a hug.

I really do appreciate that like 90% of this episode was backstory.

Their mom supporting Ace's leaving...now if she could just get her daughter to do the same...

WELL DAMN, JACK. But I get it.

THAT LETTER. Clearly it would have been Ace & Brin. But still to put that on Jack.

[im-watchin-movies]

The Hating Game (2021)

I love a good rom-com, I love a bad rom-com, this particular rom-com suffers from not choosing which one it wants to be.

First order of business, rom-coms are often criticized for their creepy moments that would be utterly disturbing in real life, but in the elevated reality of a film, somehow reads as romantic. There's a scene in this film that truly exemplifies this exact argument perfectly. The scene in question? The leading man receals that he has painted the wall of his bedroom the colour of the leading lady's eyes. To me, this is the biggest oh fuck he wants to wear my skin as a coat moment inaginable and I was screaming in horror over it (don't worry, my neighbors are used to this). I briefly wondered if the movie was going to take a sudden turn into horror where she slowly uncovers all the ways he's been stalking her and he actually had a lifelike robot sex doll made with her exact physical proportions, but no, she thinks it's romantic, I find it upsetti spaghetti (and no, it's not because I'm actually ace, this was weird).

The movie itself aside from that scene is generally poorly executed, from established character traits simply disappearing like the writers forgot what our lead's personality was meant to be (other than rage-filled which is actually my favourite personality in a leading woman so koodos for that at least) to the conflict of the film literally disappearing for more than a third of the runtime only to re-appear at the last moment again, as if the writers had forgotten entirely and had to scramble to wrap things up.

The romance aspects of it were too rushed for my taste, they covered all the main beats with seemingly no restraint. Having the couple passionately kiss in an elevator so quickly after introducing them seemed a little rushed for an enemies to lovers type plot. Then we see them just openly having feelings for each other and making out followed by an only one bed beat that literally went nowhere and was immediately resolved by them boinking even though they hadn't resolved literally any previous conflicts. They then inexplicably become a couple and then we have an overheard conversation that makes her think he's lying about his feelings (after he painted his creep wall mind) and more miscommunication happens and then BAM happily ever after. It comes across as a 400k word wattpad fic that's been crammed into a 102 minute box by chopping out any parts where the leads aren't absolutely going at it and calling it done.

It sounds like I really hated this movie (and I sorta did actually) but there's positives as well, for example our lead is a loser who writes Smurf fanfic, something I'm sure exists irl but is still absolutely wild to see, there's a sort of best friend character who is also a weirdo (he was totally done dirty by the plot of we're being honest). There is chemistry between the leads that I really was engaged by and generally I wasn't skeeved out until close to the end.

Overall though, I don't think it does what a rom-com should do, it's very cynical in a way, and there isn't really a grand gesture apart from the creepy wall thing, something not done for her, but for his own weird reasons (🤮). I don't think it serves when you need to sit and ugly cry over your love life with a tub of ice cream, but it's also not offensively bad either. It's really just the last twenty minutes that really broke it for me and I recognize that it could be someone else's cup of tea, so I'd say it's worth giving a shot, though I don't see it being an enduring classic by any means.

[onejamtart]

OJT EATS | Hot Stone

Hot Stone is a steak place that prides itself on its wagyu beef and let’s you cook it yourself on (not surprisingly) a very hot piece of stone. It’s a little out of the way in Angel and they did have another restaurant near Goodge Street but they have since turned that into a different restaurant called Rai - a place that we’ll need to try! Back to this meal though, we’d bought a special offer voucher for a 6 course meal for about £40!

Given we got the meal for such a bargain, we couldn’t resist starting with ordering some sake and oysters off the a la carte menu. These were super fresh and flavoured with a bit of soy. Very yummy and a good start to the meal.

The first official course of the 6 was crispy rice with tartare of the day.  This was a very different fried rice to what we are used to.  It was crispy on the inside and sticky, chewy and soft on the inside.  The tartare on top was nice and refreshing so all in all, a nice little bite!

Then was the sashimi box with aged soy.  The aged soy wasn’t bad but not exactly mind blowing.  The sashimi itself though was delicious!  A really nice selection including salmon, tuna and scallop amongst others.

The next course was the maki roll, in our case a wagyu roll.  This was alright but it always feels a bit of a waste having wagyu cooked like this and in a maki roll. I’m not complaining as it was very tasty but nothing too special.

Then it was onto the chef’s special sashimi.  The one above was seared salmon with truffle.  We are big fans of salmon sashimi and this has a nice little sear to it that just heated it up and made it extra tender.  Add some truffle to that and you have a winner of a dish.

The other sashimi that we were able to try was the fatty tuna.  As always with fatty tuna, this basically melted in our mouths.  It was so good; just really good tuna.

Then it was time to get onto the main course and our olive fed Yorkshire wagyu.  While a far cry from the A5 Japanese stuff, this was still pretty good with fairly impressive marbling. 

As promised by the name of this place, the beef came with a piece of super heated volcanic rock for us to cook our beef on.  It is quite fun to be able to cook your own beef on a stone like this but it does mean there is no-one else to blame if the beef isn’t cooked quite right.  Luckily, we got the hang of it pretty quickly and it all turned out pretty darn tasty!

Lastly we had the home made dessert which I had to admit looked a lot like a Little Moon ice cream mochi.  It was very tasty though so no complaints.

All in all, it was a good amount of food for what we paid!  A couple of the things like the oysters we had to pay extra for but even still, it came out to be a pretty good value and very tasty meal.  Hot Stone do seem to do quite a few offers so even though this one is gone, it’s worth keeping an eye out for their next vouchers / offers!

Hot Stone, 9 Chapel Market, Angel, London, N1 9EZ

Cheers, JL

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you moody lefty eyebag. 😌 I hate when it's like that, I get so down and start crying, then next thing I know, I have it. Then everything makes sense as to why I was being sad hahaha

Sounds like you were busy today! Wait, so you got hit in the nose today?? Also, what did you make for dinner?

Yeeeeah I am that kind of stubborn person. But! I also just don't like going to the doctors, I hate wasting my time if it's nothing serious.

I think I am more of a sweet person haha. If I go out to eat, the place has to have good dessert. Either I get cake or pie or ice cream. If you visit my house, my freezer is half filled with Ben and Jerry's ice cream, and great value ice cream lol

Nah I think we were 2 shots in. It would have been bad if I threw the shot glass.

Hahahaha that's pretty good! Yeah I know a lot of corny ones and if I ever have a chance, I do puns too. I'm horrible, I love dad jokes.

Hm I don't remember what color the box is for samoas but it's the chocolate with coconut. Like orange on top with chocolate drizzle. Speaking of cookies, I like both. I love it when I make it and it's fresh out of the oven, it's also soft. But then, I love chips ahoy, as long as I have milk to go along with it 😄 and definitely for brownies, I like the middle the most. Weird thing though is that I can't just eat brownies by itself. I always have to have vanilla ice cream with it. How about you, what are your preferences for cookies and brownies?

Also whats your favorite Pringles flavor? I like snacking on sour cream n onion chips or BBQ chips. Oh and cheetos puffs.

I think I wanna learn magic. Being a vampire will get too boring if I live too long.

Would you rather dance the macarena for a whole day or listen to baby shark the whole day?

-CuriousGeorge

haha yeah, when I'm moody like that, I could cry for no reason and I could be very angry even at small stuff. I would say bunch of snarky comment or sarcasms. lol. That's why I always warn others if it's close to that time so they'll know that I dont mean it. hahaha. n then I turn to a nice person again when I'm done with the cycle. lol.

oh no, I didnt get hit on the nose today, thank god. lol. It happened years ago. I think I was at south lake tahoe at that time in spring season, so it was nice out n we played catch but then i got hit and the fun time turned bloody. good thing it hit my nose, i was worried I lost a teeth or two. lol

I made the same dinner, club sandwich from turkey and ham leftover. but today is the last day. I have a 3 days rule in my fridge food storage. unless it's bbq, i read that bbq meat can stay good 5 or even 7 days in the fridge.

yeah i agree with u, going to doctors can be really expensive here.

ah i see,, I'm not really like that, i sometimes check what desert they have but if it doesnt have anything chocolate, i dont really bother to have some, unless if the people who eat with me wants some and wants to share, then I'm down to have desert.

ohhh i looove ben and jerry's ice cream! what's ur favorite? mine is new york super fudge chunks. You should try it! It's so good! it has fudge, brownies, almonds, pecan, choclate bits n white chocolate bits. when i eat that, I always have extra bowl so i can scoop out the pecan and the white chocolate bits out. lol. because i dont like them. aaaand this habit is in my Lost in Assistance series. Y/n has the same habit and Lizzie notice that then when she gets y/n that ice cream, she brought extra bowl for y/n to scoop them out. lol. What's ur fav ice cream flavor?

haha if i were the bartender n u do that to the shot glass, I would hate u. lol.

oh no, u r not horrible, I looove dad jokes. Sometimes they are so funny.haha. u have dad jokes to share with me?

aah yeah, i remember that samoas cookies.

ah okay, thats funny. I never really drink regular white milk. i dont really like it, I like chocolate milk. so i never eat cookies with milk until i tried not too long ago n i was like "fuck, thats actually good. I have been missing it this whole years of my life?" lol. im dumb someitmes. lol.

I like soft cookies n i dont like the crispy ones. i think i like the middle soft part and I dont like to eat it with vanilla ice cream. not a fan of vanilla ice cream. :D i know i'm weird.lol.

fun fact, I have my weird way to eat ice cream. i like to have it in a small ball or cup n i will try to stir the ice cream until it's kinda melted n start eating it or until it's quite melting and just slurp it / drink it. and if i have it on a cone or popsickle, I bite the ice cream. I put this in my lost in assistance's Y/n's way of eating ice cream. I remember some people in wattpad comment in the part she bites the ice cream "bite the ice cream? who bites ice cream? only psychopath." lol.

i like the original pringles or the bbq or the scorchin hot bbq. for ruffles, i like original and also the sour cream one. ooh i remember, lays used to have the ginger wasabi flavor, i looooove that so much. hahaha. it sucks they dont have it anymore.

i dont mind live forever if i can live it with the people i love.haha.

oooh thats easy, i pick macarena. baby shark songs drive me NUTS!. even before I have my daughter. I vowed I will never play it to my kids and told my husband "after emily is born, DO NOT ever, I repeat, DO NOT ever play baby shark for her. I dont care how u do it, u have to avoid introducing her to that shitty kids song." n i said it in serious face. i hate repetitive sounds. lol. n baby shark is repetitive n overplayed. but then I found a different version of baby shark song and it is sooooooo much better, n I let her listen to it sometimes. then he was like wtf? i thought we wont play it ever? hahahahah. n i told him this one is different n more enjoyable.

If u wanna know which one, u can google baby shark super simple songs and u'll see what I meant. hahaha. n now em like to play chase with that song n pretend she is the shark or I am the shark. sometimes she dances to it. the original song the sound and the voice is annoying and it makes me feel like everything spinning but the room gets tighter n tighter n smaller. I dont know why. I told u that im weird. lol

what about u? which one u pick?

Cheerio!

[duskamethyst]

unveil.

a/n: as promised, thank you for 5k! i hope you'll enjoy this piece as well :) this is my first time writing a full fic for gumi and for this one, i was kinda aiming for a feral gumi.

word count: 5.1k

genre: smut, nsfw

warnings: consensual to noncon/dubcon, manipulation, degradation.

pairing: megumi x f!reader

language(s) available: vietnamese

summary: you'd do anything for your best friend. megumi is happy that you offer to be his first and that you're willing to show him the ropes. what could go wrong?

megumi knows you like the back of his hand, which doesn’t come as a surprise since the both of you have joined at the hip for the longest time he can remember. he has been a big part in your life and so were you, making almost everything between you as a first hand experience.

almost.

well, for the most part your childhood did consist of him– like the time you cried over your ice cream that you carelessly dropped onto the ground by licking too rashly. being the good person he was, megumi offered you his in hope to stop you from crying as his little heart couldn’t bear to see his best friend get upset over such a trivial thing (which was a pretty big deal back then).

the neighborhood’s playground bore witness to your profound friendship, starting from the young age of six until the both of you went to elementary school. it was where his after school activities with you would be, from building sandcastles until you were brave enough to ride the slide that had been too scary for you. you always clung onto him as soon as you finished climbing up the ladder, continuously rambling about how you couldn’t go down the scary slide as your eyes began to gloss over the thought of being stuck at the top because there was no other way to get down other than the slide itself.

mean boys from your school would make fun of you or scare you even more but as for megumi, he held your hand reassuringly and told you that it was going to be fine.

and it was.

the pitchy giggle that rang in his ears sent waves of relief throughout his body. you were beaming by the time you both reached the ground, enthusing about how you wanted to do it again with him and grabbed his hand before he could say anything. ever since that time, protecting you from anything you deemed frightening had become a routine like it was something he felt like he needed to carry out and he was more than willing and happy to do so. megumi wasn’t sure why, but knowing that he was keeping you safe was enough reason for him.

hence, he accompanied you on your little slide adventure for countless days but then it was no longer daunting to the little you once you got used to it and later you learned how to go down without him holding you in his arms.

even so, megumi never stopped being by your side to watch over you. he knew you’d always need him until scraped knees from tripping on the playground became the least of your concerns.

because after that, you were faced with bigger and more intimidating problems: bullies.

maybe it was for how sweet and nice you were or how timid you looked that had you in the unfavorable position, making you a fine target for their constant harassments. megumi knew you weren’t the one to be blamed. you were naturally a very delicate thing, you did absolutely nothing wrong and he couldn’t let the bullies get away because of that.

it was in elementary school and the kids were ruthless. still, it wasn’t a good enough reason for their behavior. he noticed the change in your mien; the dread flashed across your face each time you both walked to school, even worse on the way back home. he was concerned and the fact that he wasn’t in the same class as you made it more difficult for him to keep tabs on you. you hesitated to talk to him truthfully about what was actually bothering you– it was always something that involved your teachers and the punishments for not completing your homework or leaving them at home.

megumi knew it didn't make sense. not when you often came over to his house after school to do your homework together. in the end, megumi had to really seek out the truth from you.

the solution was pretty distasteful and he hated to do it, but if you were gonna keep up with telling him lies, then he had no other option.

megumi knew you needed him. so it was simple; just a couple of empty threats here and there were what it took to get you bursting into tears. so when he threatened that he wanted to end the friendship between the two of you, he got you where he wanted you to be.

you clutched onto him so tightly. nothing that came out from your mouth was coherent until he had to calm you down and apologize before you were able to admit your woes with full honesty.

megumi didn’t realize that he was clenching his fists the whole time while the story unfolded. as much as he wanted to be mad at you for keeping something so serious from him, he was even more infuriated by the kids that dared to lay their fingers on you.

school was peculiar the next day. no more hair pulling, no more jabbing on the back by sharp pencils nor your chair being kicked. not only did they stop mocking you for how ugly your hair looked, they didn’t even spare a glance at you anymore. the drastic change was more than welcomed. you felt more content and was able to focus more in class. school stopped being dreadful and you knew you had megumi to thank.

really, what would happen to you if it wasn’t for him?

his heart bloomed once he got to see you smile at school again. oftentimes his own sister would catch him with a smile on his own face as he watched you from afar and he could never run away from her annoying teasing everyday.

“you have a crush on her, don’t you?” she wiggled her brows with a smirk plastered across her face.

megumi only scowled and walked away– the thought of liking a girl was disgusting around that age. he didn’t understand it nor did he want to. that was until he got older.

but high school changed you. you seemed to become an entirely different person.

were they because of your new pretentious friends? peer pressure? teenage hormones? he wasn’t sure.

you weren’t around him as much anymore either, at least not in school. no more walking home together as you preferred to hang around town after school with your boyfriend. sometimes you still dropped by his house; either to ask him for help in your assignments or to nag about what your idiot boyfriend did that made you so upset.

you and megumi were on different spectrums. you, being the typical ‘it girl’ everyone knew and wanted to hang with. while he was more of a lone wolf with only a couple of friends. megumi also gained an unpleasant reputation for himself, igniting fear in the other students for what he was capable of.

in his defense, he did it to protect you. if only you knew about what guys were talking about behind your back; how they were guessing about the color of your panties whenever they saw you or what bra size you wore– you were always a part of their indecent conversation and it was sickening. he could feel his blood boil as he was seething with anger.

megumi knew he couldn’t let them go easily. not when they blatantly disrespected you.

but you didn’t have a clue about any of that, of course not. not even a single clue about your boyfriend bragging that he took away your virginity, how you were practically screaming on his dick as he fucked into your tight pussy. if megumi didn’t know any better, he’d say your boyfriend was doing it on purpose especially from the way he was glancing at him to look for a reaction.

well, he got some good news.

and you came running to his class once the other students called for you since the fight between the two was getting heated. megumi was aware that it wasn’t a good look for him at that moment, he already had his fists clenched on your boyfriend’s collar and it was natural for you to defend him instead. still, it made his heart ache.

“gumi! stop it!”

megumi complied, shoved your boyfriend away and returned your glaring gaze before walking out from the class to calm himself down on the rooftop.

you probably didn’t know, but he was the one you actually needed.

megumi refused to tell you the truth as you continuously pestered him about the reason he acted such way. he found it adorable that you used the same empty threat like he used on you and it almost got him when you were pouting and giving him your best puppy eyes. for a moment, he felt like he had you all to himself again.

but did you pull the same stunt on your boyfriend when you wanted something from him too?

with that thought, megumi didn’t give in and brushed you off by simply saying, “i suddenly had the need to punch him in the face. can you go back home now?”

megumi was the first person you ran to for comfort when you broke up with your boyfriend a month later. it had been long since he had seen you cry like this, much more because of a heartbreak thus making him quite unsure of what to do except to offer his warmth and embrace.

it pained him to see you like that and he even considered beating up the guy for cheating on you, yet he knew you wouldn’t appreciate the gesture.

he stayed there patiently, hand gently caressing your head as you sob until you finally calmed down.

“i’m sorry, this is stupid.” you sighed, tittering to your pitiful self and looked at him with red, puffy eyes. “thank you, gumi. any girl would be lucky to have you.”

for a minute, a pang of disappointment engulfed him. nonetheless, megumi chose to ignore it and held you close to him as he whispered reassurances into your ear.

he tried to make peace with the reality that he was just your best friend though he was conflicted with his feelings; to pursue and confess to you or to let you go. neither option seemed ideal to him. megumi didn’t want to lose you in either way. so, what else could he do? he could only force himself to swallow the bitterness as you walked around school with your new boyfriend three months later.

at this point, megumi doesn’t know how he can still bear the same feeling towards you even when you’re both in college now. he had a couple of girlfriends back during high school but he wasn’t dating them with an intent to forget you and he knew that for a fact because you kept on lingering in his mind even when you were dating different guys.

you both go to different colleges now, so he doesn’t see you that much often except during your semester breaks. still, you keep in touch and the way he gets a constant update of your life is through your social media. all seems fairly ordinary; just you posting about your assignments, sharing your thoughts and feelings, your new friends and some videos of you at parties. he’ll be lying to himself if he says he isn’t looking for someone in particular in your posts and is glad to know that you’re not seeing anyone despite you still being out of his reach.

today you both are back in town again and what better way to catch up than to live up like the old days again?

“i bought snacks!” you chime, holding up the grocery bag as soon as he opens the door for you.

“the movie you’re choosing better be good.” he groans and takes the bag from your hand before going inside the house with you trailing behind him.

“we’re gonna watch some chick flicks! if you don’t mind, i’m gonna get all snuggled up on your bed now.” you giggle and run up the stairs and into his room as he stops by the kitchen to get refreshments.

you’re already in front of the laptop on his bed as he enters the room with your legs swaying in the air, uncaring of his presence as he calmly puts down the snacks and drinks down and sits next to you.

“don’t worry, i didn’t go through your porn stash. kinda curious, though.” you joke and he rebuffs with an eye roll.

after clicking the movie of your choice, you lay back down on his bed and urge him to do the same. the room is still, except for the voices from his laptop and his eyes only burn holes through the screen but you seem immersed in the movie until you suddenly speak a few minutes later.

“i’ve missed you, y’know?” you smile at him. “i miss seeing your face wherever i go.”

megumi looks away with a huff, “but it seems like you’ve been having fun.”

“you’re so cute, gumi!” you laugh at him, knowing well that he’s embarrassed and his face growing hot under your scrutiny.

“stop it, i’m not.”

“remember the time when you suddenly cried because a girl kept on clinging onto you in kindergarten and said she liked you and wanted to get married to you?”

megumi groans at the thought of it and scratches the back of his neck, “i can’t believe you still remember that.”

“how can i not? you’ve always been so adorable!”

“i’m not.” his brows furrow. “it’s embarrassing.”

“look at you getting all blushy. so cute.” you poke his cheek, prompting megumi to hold you by the wrist.

“cut it out.” he scowls. “i know you just like getting me flustered.”

“were you this shy when you had sex too?” you smirk, purposely trying to probe into his private matters.

there were never secrets kept hidden between the two of you and being separated from college made it harder for the both of you to keep up with each other’s daily activities. you knew about megumi dating a couple of girls before but he never bragged about banging anyone unlike some guys you knew. judging from his attitude, you understand that he’s not the type to talk about it either.

but now you’re curious and you’re adults, too. maybe there are some sides of megumi that you may have missed while you were gone and you want to know everything about it.

megumi releases his grip and averts his gaze from you, “if i say it, you’re gonna make fun of me.”

“promise i won’t!”

megumi looks at you to see your big, pleading eyes and sighs to himself knowing that he will always give in to them.

“i’ve..” he purses his lips and hesitates for a second. “i’ve never gotten around doing it.”

“you’re lying.” you chide with incredulity.

“i know it’s embarrassing but i’m not lying.” he rolls his eyes at you before turning to the laptop. “let’s drop it.”

“so, you’re still a virgin?” you look at him in disbelief, refusing to accept the fact that your best friend has never slept with anyone before. sure, sex isn’t everything but what has he been doing? was only fucking his fist really sufficied?

his face deadpans, a giveaway to his answer.

“you don’t know what it feels like..?” you mutter softly and megumi shakes his head in response. it isn’t like you’re taking pity on him but with your lifestyle, it’s quite baffling that a guy around your age has never had sex before. he probably got his own reasons but it’s really difficult to believe.

“how about me, gumi?”

“what do you mean?” he queries in perplexity as he pauses the clip.

“um.. i can be your first, if you’d like. i mean– i know we’re friends and all but it won’t be weird if we don’t make it weird.” you smile to give him reassurance and put his laptop away on the bedside table.

evidently abashed, his pupils dilate and he tries to open his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. only once he feels the gentle squeeze on his knee does he snap back to reality, blushing profusely at the thought of fucking the girl he has been crushing on for years. his own best friend at that.

“yeah, but you don’t have to do it for me.” he says, clearing his throat.

“no, i’m serious. i’d like to be your first if you let me.” your face inches closer to his and megumi subconsciously closes the distance between the two of you until hot plumes of breath are felt floating across your lips.

“it’s probably lame to say this but i'm.. kinda nervous.” his voice is slightly meek, eyes fleeting from yours to your lips as anticipation builds inside him.

“that’s cute,” you giggle. “i really think you’re a liar if you say you’ve never kissed a girl before.”

“never with such a pretty girl on my bed.”

warmth forms a blanket across your cheeks as you look at him in surprise. never in a million years would you expect megumi to say something so flirtatious, making butterflies come in full force in your tummy and heat rush down straight to your core.

“did i say something wrong?”

“no,” you attempt to even your breath and flutter your eyes close. “kiss me, megumi.”

he can feel his heart pounds erratically against his chest before he leans in and finally presses his lips against yours. megumi hums into the kiss, releasing some tension that has built up in his shoulders as he basks in the softness of your lips. he has felt your touch a thousand times in his dreams and now he can’t stand the reality.

yet, megumi’s hand gently cups your cheek and pulls you closer to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue past the barrier of your lips until it glides and entwines against yours– giving away the fact that he indeed already shared his first kiss with someone else.

you’re left struck and breathless once he pulls away, eyes addled with lust as you stare back into his deep blue ones.

“i hope it wasn’t bad according to your book.” he chuckles nervously, causing your heart to throb by his worry to make sure you’re pleased.

“yeah, it’s good.” you mutter under your breath as you close back the distance but he turns his face away in embarrassment.

“don’t stare at me like that.” megumi huffs.

you bring both of your hands on the sides of his face to make him look back at you again. “then stop being so adorable, dummy. there’s nothing to be shy about.”

you lean on your side and take one of his hands to guide it down between your thighs and underneath your skirt, letting him feel the damp patch that has formed on the fabric of your panties and his eyes widen in astonishment as you make him rub his palm against your heated core– all words betray him and the only thing he can manage is exhaling a sharp breath.

“you did this to me, gumi.” you whisper in his ear, sending shivers down his spine as you grind your hips against his hand in order to soothe the ache.

“is this alright?” he murmurs as he presses his fingers on your clit and rubs tight circles against your panties in a calculated motion.

“mmh– yeah. just like that.” you mewl against the crook of his neck, planting chaste kisses on his skin in between.

“tell me what y– h-how to make you feel good.” he swallows past the lump in his throat.

“how ‘bout you take off my panties for me, hm?” you tease playfully as you lift up your skirt. “maybe then you can feel how wet i am for you too.”

megumi lets out a shaky breath as his eyes fix onto the soaked patch. pressure builds inside his chest as his trembling hands carefully tug the garment, stripping it down to your legs before you kick out of them along with your skirt.

“you.. you want me to touch you there?”

“mhm.” you bring his hand back between your parted thighs and slick his finger with your arousal. a digit slides into your opening with ease and you welcomed the intrusion with a soft moan, muscles clenching around to keep him within.

“oh god– you’re already so wet.” he sighs, pumping in and out of you slowly as you let go of your grip around his wrist.

megumi can only focus on the lewd squelches, his own cock throbbing inside his sweatpants while your whimpers spurs him on.

“is that good?” his voice laces with concern. by applying the knowledge he has, he curls his finger to drag against the sensitive spot that immediately sends your body jolting.

“yes, ah– gumi, right there–” your mouth parts into shallow pants.

“am i making you feel good?” megumi watches intently as your body squirms and your hips buck desperately as you attempt to meet his thrusts.

“fuck– yeah, feels good, gumi–” you cling onto his shirt tightly, feeling the coil tighten in your lower stomach when another finger slides into you.

“yeah? you like that?” you miss the drop in his tone as his pace escalates. each pump of his fingers is so telling of his determination to break you down, every knuckle of his is collecting slick with each stroke and has your toes curling.

with a thumb joining the assault on your clit, a single flick is enough to make you cry out against him as you come undone.

“shit– um, i’m sorry, i didn’t hurt you, right?” megumi tucks an unruly lock of hair behind your ear.

“no,” you breathe. “for a first timer, i think that was really amazing. but..”

not wanting to be outdone by him, you swiftly recoup your senses to get on top of him and fumble with the loop on his waistband before he stops you midway.

“w-what are you doing?” megumi grasps your hand.

“returning the favor, silly.” you grin, palming his erection. “look, you’re already hard.”

“yeah, but you don’t have to. i just want to make you feel good and if you do that.. ” he chews on his bottom lip anxiously as he thinks hard about his next words. “god, it’s embarrassing but i’m just scared that i might not last long and i- i want to be inside you. is that okay?”

taking his feelings into account, you agree and flash him a comforting smile. “‘course it is.”

“lay down next to me. i’ll take off my clothes for you.”

taking your place next to him, you take off your top and lay down while he strips off all of his clothes. you can’t help from ogling him since it’s the first time you’ve ever seen megumi unclad and as your gaze trails lower, heat begins to pool in your guts again at the sight of his veiny cock; the tip florid and already leaking of precum.

“you really wanna do this with me?” megumi shifts between your thighs and gently caresses your skin as his gunmetal blue eyes pierces through you.

you look back at him with doe eyes, feeling a tad bit conspicuous now that you’re underneath him– as if some sort of domination is emitted by the male before it quickly disappears. “yeah. wanna be your first, gumi.”

it sounds almost too precious to him. his first. oh how he wishes he could say the same.

“then, can you turn around for me?” he presses his lips, unsure. “i think it’s even more nerve-racking that you’re looking at me like that.”

“or maybe gumi is an ass guy?” you chaff, hoping to ease off the tension as you turn around and get on your knees with your back nicely arched and ass up in the air. you understand how it can be a little worrisome for guys when it’s their first time, especially when they really want to impress the other and how sex really affects their ego.

you swear you heard him curse underneath his breath from behind you. before you can gauge it in your mind, you feel the tip of his cock rub against your slit, quickly gathering moisture to mix with his pre before you yield to his prodding.

“fuuuck–” the raw rasp in his voice as he growls has you stiffening. he sinks his cock deeper into your cunt and lands a harsh blow on your ass, making you yelp in surprise. “and grab your hair like this–”

you feel his fingers run through your scalp to grab a handful of hair and he tugs your head back.

“gumi!” you squeal and his hand smacks the flesh again to bring you into silence.

“oh, you feel so fucking good.” he snickers, one hand holding you by the hips while the other remains gripping the top of your head with no remorse as he ruts his hips into you. “god, i’ve wanted this for so long.”

“gumi–” every snap of his hips feels like it knocks the breath from your lungs as you struggle to speak. “i- i thought–”

“what? that i’m a fucking virgin?” he mocks, pulling out his cock almost completely before slamming back inside you and sends your body jolting forward. “mmh– can’t believe you fell for that.”

your nails dig the sheets underneath you as unruly whines and whimpers roll off your tongue. all thoughts erode from your mind as the drag and the stretch of his cock are stripping all your perceptions.

“but who can blame you, right? fuck– just a dumb whore desperate for a cock.” he emphasizes the demeaning words with sharp thrusts.

you can’t help but to clench around his cock upon the degradation, eliciting grunts of approval that rumbles from his chest as he roughly squeezes the globe of flesh.

“i think you liked that. you like it rough, slut?”

megumi releases his clutch on your hair and your head immediately plops down on the pillow. before there’s any chance for you to stabilize your breathing, megumi grabs both of your arms and pulls them back, forcing your upper body to lift from the mattress and he pistons his hips faster, drilling his cock into you harder.

“ah–! gumi–! t-too deep!” your knees dip deeper into his bed as you try to find additional support for your body though it’s already hard enough for your quaking legs.

“that’s it. take my cock.” the slapping of skins fill in your ears, mingled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh– loud enough to drown your cries and moans. “god, i’m so tired of being your nice best friend, listening to you whine about those shitty guys. i think i deserve this one as compensation, hm?”

“‘m so- rry–” you sniffle softly, knowing that he’s venting in each harsh snap of his hips. your hands are clenching hard into fists, your body unsure to get away from the sensation or chase it but there’s nothing else you can do when megumi has you in his hold, pulling you closer to him with deep strokes.

“quiet.” he hauls your body so your back is pressed against his chest with one arm of his clinging around your torso while the other hand wraps loosely around your neck. megumi thrusts his hips upwards, fucking you ruthlessly and making you bounce back on his cock.

“call me cute one more time,” he growls into your ear, voice low and resonant as his hot breath makes you squirm. “and i’ll fuck your tight little asshole next.”

before you can stutter out any words, two of his fingers slide into your parted lips. driven by reflex, you wrap your lips around them and hollow your cheeks as your tongue swirls and slobbers the two digits with spit.

“good slut.” he hums. “my good fucking slut.”

a low, guttural sound leaves him when he feels you clamping down around him and he lets out a breathy chuckle at your muffled whimpers.

“that made you tighten up around me, huh?” he tsks. it’s nothing surprising to him. of course you’d like that. “glad you’re enjoying this as much as i am.”

a string of spit stretches from your lips as megumi pulls out his fingers. his touch ghosts over your aching clit, while his other hand squeezes your tits before tweaking and rolling the pebbled nub between expert fingers.

“shit– gumi– ‘m close!” you keen, bouncing back onto his cock more deliriously as he teases the sensitive nipple.

“yeah? think you can cum with me?” he taps on your clit, fully aware that your pleasure lies in his hand.

“yesyes– please, gumi–” the delicious drags of his cock has your body trembling, so close until you can finally crash down again.

“you fucking better.” his strokes on your clit are unforgiving, making you squeeze around him tighter while your slick drips down to his balls and soaks the sheets underneath. he fucks into you harder, pace unrelenting as if he’s unbounded with energy. you can only try to fight back against the pressure building in your guts even while he’s almost tipping you over the edge.

“gonna take all my cum like a good girl, yeah?” he grunts between shallow breaths as his cock twitches inside you– the telltale sign of an impending climax.

the pleasure is too overwhelming to hold against anymore. you can only nod eagerly, the ability to build simple words already deems hard enough except for mindless babbles.

“cum with me. fuck–” his hips stutter before they still, his fingers slowing on your pulsing clit as your pussy gushes around his cock while he groans explitives against your neck and spurts a thick load inside your wet cunt.

two flushed bodies press against each other as the sounds of two people gasping for air disrupts the silent room before megumi tilts your head to the side and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss.

“it’s okay.” he lifts you off of him and you quickly lay down on the bed as your knees give out. the sore all over your spent body can be felt as the pleasure gradually numbs. “you can stay here tonight. don’t worry.”

his touch on your cheek as he caresses you is feather-soft, the gesture almost a little too sweet after he just finished wrecking his dear best friend’s body a few minutes ago.

“such a sweet girl for me. always been.” he coos as he watches your eyes slowly shut close.

“but i’d love to have you scream for me again in the morning.”

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[sunshine-on-my-mind]

𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 2

pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

words: 3.8k

series warnings: 18+ (minors do not interact) mature themes, smut, ANGST, Fluff, toxic parents

chapter warnings: 18+ (minors do not interact), smut, fluff, soft moments, kissing, hugs, ANGST, heartbreak, crying (lots of crying), yelling, curse words, toxic parents, mentions of periods, pregnancy, and a surprise at the end of this chapter.

series summary: Steve and you were mean to be together, but life had other plans. Your heart belongs to Steve and you’ll do anything for him, even at the cost of your own happiness.

a/n: This chapter is an emotional roller coaster, omg i’m sorry for all the angst but as requested by @zaraomarrogers i’ve made this story angsty. Don’t worry cuties, this will eventually have a happy ending, but for now enjoy the angst. Hope you all like it and if you do please reblog or comment. I’d love to hear from you. If you want to be added to the series taglist let me know.

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Your first date with Steve was nothing but perfect. Steve brought you flowers and took you to a park. You walked holding hands, he kissed your forehead multiple times, bought you ice cream, and made you feel so special.

No one could ruin your mood that day, not even your parents. You had given the excuse of extra classes after school, you informed that you needed to stay back.

When Steve dropped you to school again, for the chauffeur to pick you up, the beautiful boy pulled you closer, holding your hips and touched his forehead with yours.

“Hey bubble”, Steve stroked your cheeks with his thumbs. “You’re amazing sweetheart, today was perfect.” Steve pushed back a strand of hair from your face.

“May I?” He asked, leaning in. You nodded with a soft smile as he captured your lips in a loving kiss. Your first kiss.

That was just the beginning. You had to be careful to keep everything a secret, had to sacrifice on meeting in person sometimes but video call dates made up for it. Sometimes Steve would cook lunch for the two of you and bring you flowers, to have impromptu dates in School itself. You both made best of the time you got. Being together was more than enough. You were happy, very happy.

Soon, school days bloomed into college days. You couldn’t thank your stars enough for Steve and you got admission in the same college. You confessed your love for each other on the very day you got the news about getting into the same college.

“I love you so much Bubble, honestly I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now, and I’m beyond excited to start a new chapter with you.” He kept kissing you till your lips were swollen, didn’t even give you the chance to say it back, but you waited till he was satisfied. You giggled.

“Oh my silly baby, my sweet Stevie, I love you too, so much. You make me the happiest.” This boosted Steve to continue with the kisses and you kept giggling.

Staying in College dorms, away from your family meant freedom. Freedom to be with Steve, freedom to love.

You spent your days happily holding Steve’s hand, exploring new places, and spent your nights in Steve’s arms, exploring each other’s bodies.

“Fuck baby, that’s it, oh look at you bubble, so pretty, and all for me” Steve cooed, thrusting in you slowly. One of his hand intertwined with yours, the other exploring and stimulating any part of your body he could get his hands on. Steve was very gentle the first time, full of praises, made sure you were ready.

“Stevie, please-“ You didn’t even know what you were pleading for, but he did.

“I’ve got you baby, let go, come on bubble, come for me. Let me make you feel good.” He sped up a little, careful not to hurt you. “Fuck, yes so good. That’s my girl.” His words, his thrusts, his hands and the kisses down your neck, sent you over the edge. Waves of pleasure, crashing down your body, made you feel light.

Steve was close behind, he groaned, nipping your neck, as he came in the condom he was wearing. Of course Steve prioritised safety.

“Hey Bubble.” Steve nudged your chin softly with his nose. You were blissed out. “That was- amazing baby.” His smile was so cute. Your boyfriend got up, you whined at the loss of contact, he chuckled and brought a soft wet cloth to clean you up, after disposing the condom.

The happy days started blurring into each other, it felt like a dream, all of it. It felt to good to be true.

But something felt off, not with Steve though, he was perfect. You couldn’t exactly figure out what but a weird sinking feeling made you feel uneasy.

The final exams were approaching, Steve and you were closer than ever, always together. The bond you shared always made you look for one another.

Your parents, specially your mother, wasn’t interfering that much. In fact she gave you space, which was at that point making you nervous. It felt all too quiet. Until it wasn’t.

Your mother called, asked you to come home for sometime. You tried to refuse, came up with the best excuses you could, but nothing worked. You thought it would be best to just deal with it for a few days. Since you had a study break, at lease you wouldn’t have to miss college.

“Take care baby, I’ll miss you. Study well.” Steve kissed your forehead, when you were set to leave.

“I’ll miss you too, so much. You too, study well and I’ll call you as soon as I can.” You hugged him tightly. That time you didn’t want to let go.

Home sweet home, if only. You were greeted by your mother in the big living room. She was reading something, with an unreadable expression on her face.

“Well well well, return of the daughter I see.” She snickered. Mother dearest never failed to pass remarks, never failed to spoil your mood.

“Freshen up, we have a lot to talk about.” Her voice was unsettling, you gulped, but didn’t let the nervousness show on your face.

You re-appeared in the living room after getting changed into comfortable clothes, your mother was having tea. She offered you some but you declined. Not in the mood for tea.

“I’ll keep it straightforward. Whatever is going on with you and that boy you’ve managed to get, has to stop.” You gulped again. She couldn’t have known, could she? “Don’t look so shocked, you’re not as smart as you think, never have been. Besides, you know I have many ways to keep eyes on you, and many sources to get information.” She took another sip of her tea. This couldn’t be happening, no please no.

“I haven’t said anything about this yet because I didn’t feel the need to. Actually I didn’t expect that guy to stick along for so long, you must be spending a lot on him.” Her words will full of poison.

“Anyway, this ends here. You have to end it with him, or better yet stop spending on him and he will leave himself.” That was it, you weren’t going to stand there and let her insult Steve. You were used to the insults but she had to no right to talk about Steve.

“No, no I won’t, I love him and Steve loves me. For your information, I don’t have to spend anything, for him to love me. But I guess that’s the only form of love you know?” You maintained eye contact, she clenched her jaw for a moment but then a viscous smile appeared on her face.

“Unfortunately you don’t have a choice. I have done my research on this boy and just because he is giving you attention, for whatever reason, doesn’t mean he is good enough for you, good enough for us.” You started laughing.

“Oh please, you don’t give a shit about me, you only care about the image of this family, not me. You don’t care about my happiness, never have.” You could feel your voice shaking but no, you had to stay strong. You won’t let her words get to you.

“I’ll come to the point, in no way we can accept whatever relation you have with him. After you’re done with your final exams, you’ll come back and marry the man we have selected for you. So you end this relationship willingly or else-”

“Or what?” You asked with anger in your voice.

“Or I’ll make his life a living hell, make sure he doesn’t get a job, make sure his future is destroyed, make sure he doesn’t get to be happy. You do know I have many contacts. Don’t think you can outsmart me.”

Your mother had always only cared about money and status. If she cared even an ounce about you, she would have at least tried to understand how happy Steve made you.

You wanted to say that you didn’t care about her empty threats, but you couldn’t because you knew what she could do. Your mother was extremely ruthless when she wanted to be.

And Steve? Your Stevie. You loved him so much, too much, you couldn’t let anything bad happen to him or his future, even if it meant sacrificing your own.

You tried your best to get out of this, to find a loophole, to find- something, anything. Steve-

The walls seemed to be closing upon you. No this couldn’t been happening, please let this be a nightmare. A nightmare that would end as soon as you woke up, and Steve would be there to comfort you, like he always was. Steve-

His bright blue eye, his charming smile, his hugs, his touch, his love. Would you be able to walk away from it all? For Steve’s happiness, for his future? Yes. You could do anything for him.

“If I agree, will you leave Steve alone and not interfere in his life?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, so cold, as if she wasn’t ruining her daughter’s life.

“After you end it, he wouldn’t matter to

me, not that he does now.” Of course he didn’t matter. You, her own daughter didn’t matter, how would he?

The rest of the days you stayed home passed pretty quickly, you hardly came out of your room, didn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, kept crying. Steve texted, asking if he could call, you knew you couldn’t face him over a call, he would understand within a minute that something was wrong. He knew the tremble in your voice when you cried, he knew you too well.

When you went back to college, you decided to focus on your studies. Finals were at the door. Steve seemed to understand when you said you couldn’t study much at home so you needed to do it.

But first he showered you with hugs and kisses which turned into a heavy make out session and you didn’t stop him.

The rational part of you was warning you to stop it, to not make the situation more difficult, but when Steve held you so close to him and told you in that low raspy voice,

“Missed you so much bubble” and started kissing your neck, you could practically see your rationality walking out the door.

And honestly, you needed Steve, one last time. That’s how you both ended up on your bed. Sweaty and tired from going round after round till you both were drained. It felt so good.

“Wow, that was-“ Steve was panting, your hunger was evident that day.

“I know” You hid your face in the crook of his neck, trying to be as close as possible, and in that way avoided facing him. You couldn’t, you would have broken down.

The next few days you both focused more on studying, Steve kept sending you adorable texts from his room and some selfies at times. You replied with something cute messages and tried to focus on the present, your future wasn’t in your hands, literally.

The finals went by smoothly. You weren’t ready to face what was about to ensue. It just had to be done, you had to end everything.

A part of you wanted to tell Steve about your mother’s cruel decision. But you were well aware if your boyfriend got to know he would be ready to sacrifice a good career, a stable future if it meant being with you. You wouldn’t let that happen. No Steve had worked hard all his life, you knew the man had a prosperous future with how talented and smart he was, you wouldn’t let him throw away all of that. You knew he was close in getting his dream job.

Besides Steve had responsibilities. His mother, Sarah worked very hard to make sure Steve got the education he deserved, to make sure he lived up to his potential and got a good life. Both of them deserved a happy future, a stable future and you wouldn’t be a barrier in the way.

“Hey bubble” Steve was waiting in front of your room. “You alright?” You nodded with a smile.

“Just tired after exams.” That seemed reasonable, Steve kissed the top of your head, you felt like crying, breaking down in his arms but no you had to stay strong.

“I know, it was pretty hectic, how about we go for a walk hm? I know you love taking walks with me.” Steve had a cheesy grin on his face and he was absolutely right, you loved walking with him.

There was a chill in the air, Steve held your hand as you walked down a beautiful road, trees on both side, a nice aroma in the air coming from a nearby bakery. It was nice, peaceful and romantic.

“You remember the first time we walked together?” Steve broke the silence. You nodded and faced him. The amount of love he had for you was visible on his face. Your heart started beating faster, why did it have to be this way? Well maybe it was really too good to be true. Maybe you didn’t deserve someone as amazing as him.

“We were going to my home and you were admiring the road, enjoying the walk. You looked so happy, and that made me happy. I knew at that point you’re the only

one I want to walk with the rest of my life.”

Steve stopped and turned you around to face him. Took your hands in his.

“There’s so much to explore in life, and I want to do everything with you by my side. Bubble, I can’t imagine my life without you, maybe it’s too soon but- I wanna know, will you be my life partner bubble?” Steve bit his lip nervously. Was this truly happening? Of course you wanted to say yes. You wanted to scream yes! But you couldn’t.

“I know I know, this isn’t a formal proposal, heck I don’t even have a ring, but just so you know I’m already saving for a good one and as soon as I get the job I’m trying for, the ring will be one of my priorities. But first an apartment for us to move in.” Steve blushed while describing his plan. It was perfect. But life wasn’t meant to be perfect.

“Steve I-“ You knew what had to be done, no matter how difficult it was, no matter how much it broke your heart, it had to be done.

“I can’t do this anymore” Steve didn’t seem to understand you. So you went on. “This relationship, I can’t be with you I-“ You looked at your feet. “I don’t see a future with you I’m sorry.” Steve held your chin up to make you face him.

“Bubble is it because I talked about marriage? Baby I’m sorry if it’s too soon, please forget it, I love you so much. Ignore what I said, you know I’m stupid, I say a lot of things. I- I-“ Steve stuttered, desperately hunting for words.

“No Steve, it has nothing to do what you said.” You had to be colder, otherwise Steve wouldn’t believe you, he would see right through your pain. “Look it was nice while it lasted but let’s face it, we come from different backgrounds and I don’t think I’ll be able to adjust in this new lifestyle. It was one thing when we were young but now things are different.” Steve was almost sure this was some joke, a cruel joke.

“I have to think about my future and I-“ you gulped, fuck, you wanted to cry. Steve looked devastated. “I don’t think you’d fit in my future.” Steve chuckled but there was no humour in it. His eyes prickled with tears.

“So what? All of a sudden money became your priority? I thought you- you said you don’t care about materialistic things, besides we are both gonna work, it’s not like we won’t have money.” Steve tried to reason with you. It didn’t make sense to him. What went so wrong so soon?

“Did something happen back at home? Are you hiding something from me?” Fuck.

“Yes actually, going home opened my eyes, made me realise where I come from, how I’ve grown up. I was naive, thinking emotionally and not practically. Our relationship won’t work out, I’m sorry. I can’t be with-“ You knew the next words you were about to say would be the end of it all. “someone like you, who doesn’t have anything.” Steve clenched his fists.

“Oh I’m sorry, of course you can’t. Actually thank you for opening my eyes. Of course you would want money and status. Fuck, I should have understood. You were very convincing with your lies, I must say. All that about love and togetherness.” He huffed, as tears dropped down his eyes. Steve was broken. “God I was so stupid.” Steve whispered to himself. “Have a good life, a life among riches. That’s what you want right? Money, status? I’m sure you’ll get all of that.” Steve turned to walk away. Walk away from you.

“Take care Steve.” Steve had already walked a few steps away from you, couldn’t listen to what you said and it didn’t matter anymore.

That night you cried your eyes out in your room, so did Steve. You yelled, screamed and cursed.

The results of your exams were out in a few days. Steve did exceptionally well, better than you. You were happy for him, Steve deserved it.

On the day of your graduation, you clapped so hard when Steve got his degree, his eyes met with yours but he immediately looked away. You received your degree as well. It was officially time for goodbye.

Coming back home was exhausting to say the least. You were broken.

“Finally.” Your mother greeted you, ever so warm. “I hope you’ve come to your senses and made the correct decision?” You didn’t meet her eyes, stared at the ground.

“Hm, maybe there’s some hope left for you after all.” You clenched your jaw. How could your own mother be so ruthless?

“You can rest today, tomorrow we have arranged a dinner to celebrate your graduation, and you’ll meet the man we have selected for you.” At that you raised your head but before you could say anything she interrupted.

“Don’t forget, if you don’t marry him, then i’ll wreak havoc on that lover boy of yours. This is important for our family. You’re nothing but a disappointment, so now that you have an opportunity, try to be useful for a change.” You nodded and went straight to your bedroom.

You skipped dinner, you were feeling physically ill. Tried to sleep but no use. Even drinking water didn’t help.

Suddenly you rushed to the bathroom and hurled into the toilet. Again, and again, you kept puking.

Maybe it was all from the exhaustion of crying and lack of sleep. You splashed some water on your face to calm yourself down. When you made eye contact with your own reflection, a realisation hit you.

“Fuck” When was the last time you got your period? This couldn’t be happening. No- It had been over a month since you bled. Assumptions wouldn’t help you, you had to be sure. You put on a hoodie and went to the living room. It wasn’t super late yet.

“Can I go out for a walk? I need some fresh air.” You asked your parents who were busy in some discussion, probably about the following dinner event.

“Take the car.” Your mother suggested, more like ordered.

“The car won’t help, I need to calm down, I need some air, please.” You hated pleading to your parents, but you had to.

“I hope you’re not planning something stupid like running away.” Mother dearest chuckled.

“Let her go on a walk, she is about to take a big step soon.” Finally your father spoke. You looked at him and nodded.

Not that your father was much better, he didn’t really care, but maybe it was better than your mother’s interference and cruelty. Did he know about your relationship with Steve? Who were you kidding, he wouldn’t care, his reputation in the corporate world and his status were his priorities. You knew your arranged marriage was nothing but some deal for your parents, a deal that would benefit them.

You walked out of the house and visited the nearest medical store. Bravely, you bought some pregnancy test kits.

Thankfully you found a restroom in that building and took the test. Your hands were shaking.

Positive.

You couldn’t depend on just one, it was probably inaccurate, so you tried again.

Positive.

The numbers didn’t help since they all had the same result.

“Fuuuuuuck” You yelled and immediately broke down into tears. Why was this happening with you? Sure you had dreamed about a future with Steve, and you had always wanted a child but not in that messed up situation.

Easy. Breathe. Calm Down.

You put your hand on your belly, more tears rolling down.

“Hi there.” The words left your mouth before you could realise what you’re doing. You rubbed your belly.

It was your baby, your and Steve’s baby. You were gonna keep the baby. How? You’d figure out later.

You rushed home. Didn’t want to hear more taunts from your mother. That night you stayed awake, rubbing your belly softly from time to time. Tears fell uncontrollably from your eyes. Your mind went to Steve straight. Imagining how he would have reacted. Steve had mentioned about his love for children.

No, daydreaming was expensive, you couldn’t afford it. Sunlight started peeking through the window. It was already the next day.

A dress and jewellery were sent to your room, courtesy - your mother. You were supposed to wear it for the evening. The special evening.

You stood in front of the mirror to tidy up as much as you could after crying the whole night. Your eyes puffy, even makeup couldn’t hide that.

You entered the big hall were the party was being held. Your big house felt ever so empty, even with quite some guests in it. Or maybe it was your heart that was empty.

Many of the guests congratulated you. You were about to zone out when your mother cleared her throat and brought you back. She was standing behind you so you turned to face her. You were met with the view of her standing with a young man.

“This is my daughter.” She introduced you to the man who smiled and nodded.

“And this is James Buchanan Barnes.” The man chuckled.

“You can call me Bucky.”

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[supercorpkid]

The price of magic.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 2210.

Turns out the price of magic was higher than you had anticipated. You’ve been away for more than a year, but for your family it was nothing but a week. Sure they’ve missed you and they were out there looking for you with no clue of where you could have gone. But for you?

A year in Storybrooke was experiencing your life as you’ve always imagined. Being yourself in its totality. No Luthor name hanging over your head, no hiding yourself behind glasses or a red and blue superhero suit. It was being both Kryptonian and human at the same time, with no fear of judgment or dislike.

Storybrooke was like going on a super long vacation; so long it made you forget all of your problems. But that doesn’t mean that your problems went away. They came back as soon as you stepped foot in National City.

The price of magic was feeling guilty for being happier somewhere else. It was walking into your bedroom and feeling at home but also somehow not at all. It was walking around the craziness of National City and feeling suffocated like you’re in a crowded room full of empty faces. It was missing the words ‘honey’ and ‘sweetheart’ when people were referring to you. It was having a crazy number of options of take-out food but wanting nothing except the food in Granny’s diner.

And you weren’t the only one to pay the price. You can feel how high it was for Kara and Lena too.

“Mom?” You sit up on the bed, looking at Lena standing in your bedroom watching you sleep. “What are you doing creeping over my bed at-” You look at your alarm clock. “3 in the morning?”

“I had to be sure you were still here.” Lena says, sounding small and scared.

“Mom, I’m not going to disappear from my bedroom in the middle of the night.” You say, trying to reassure her, but it backfires you.

“You can’t blame me for thinking that, because you did.” She holds your arm, and you hear the cry in her cracked voice.

“Would you feel better if you stayed here with me?” You make space for her. Lena hum in agreement, lying next to you. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m even more.” She kisses the back of your hand. “A whole year without us. You were probably so scared we weren’t looking for you.”

“I knew you were.”

“You got so tall, and we weren’t even there to see it!” Lena complains and you give her a sad little smile, even though she can’t see your face at all in the darkness of your bedroom.

“Well, I chose a weird age to have a growth spurt .” You joke, but you don’t get a laugh in return. You sort of always knew when you would get taller. It was the same with Kara. You were always very anxious to turn 17, because that was the age she actually grew more. But the weird thing is that you’re not really 17 now. Like Kara is not really 70.

“Come here.” Lena hugs you and you settle back. You’re almost drifting off to sleep when she whispers. “Don’t ever leave again.”

You can’t promise that you won’t. Stranger things have happened in your life, you don’t really feel like you have control over that anymore. And weird as it may seem, you also don’t want to have control over that. Because if you had, if you could have chosen, you probably wouldn’t have met some of the people that you love so much now.

“Hey!” You walk in the kitchen, to both Kara and Lena still having breakfast despite how late already is. “What are you two doing?”

“Having breakfast.” Kara explains, like it isn’t obvious.

You look at the clock. “It’s nine.” You raise an eyebrow at them. “And it’s Monday.”

“Yes.” Lena agrees.

“On Mondays you go to work, and Kara does her usual Kara’ stuff.”

“You were gone for a week. Even if L Corp burned down in flames I wouldn’t leave your side today.” Lena answers you, and you smile softly. You look at Kara next.

“Oh, well, if L Corp was burning up in flames I probably would have to go to put out the fire.” She says but adds in a hurry. “But I would be here five seconds later!”

“Ok.” You chuckle. “I thought I would go see Jamie and Maya on their lunch break, but if you two want me to stay-”

“No! Baby, no. Go see your cousin and your girlfriend. They were missing you too.” Lena hands you your phone. “There’s a lot of texts from them.”

“Oh, a phone! God I haven’t had one in a while.” You smile scrolling through your messages, ignoring your moms questioning looks.

“So, maybe you could tell us how was your life there.” Kara asks, but you’re too distracted with your phone to notice. You haven’t used one in a while, not because there weren’t phones in Storybrooke, but because you didn’t need them. It was a super small city, you could find anyone easily, and because Emma and Charming were sheriffs, you all used radio transmitters to talk. “Hey? Little one, helloooo.”

“Sorry momma.” You put your phone down. “What did you say?”

“We want to know about your life there. I mean, for us it wasn’t that long, but for you it was a whole year. You probably did lots of things.” Kara says and you agree with your head.

“Yeah, I guess.” You shrug. “I used to help mom Emma out with the saving, and oh, mom Regina helped me with my panic attacks. And I’m a lot better at controlling them! Henry and I used to watch this awesome TV show that I probably won’t ever know how it ends now. And grandma taught me archery.”

“Oh, that sounds-” Lena thinks about it for a second. “Fun.”

“Yeah. It was so great. And every night all of us would get together at Granny’s diner and talk about our days, and sometimes I would go hang out with Belle in the library, so I read all the books there. And if I had stayed a little bit longer and turned 18 there, then grandpa would’ve taught me how to use a gun.”

“A little bit? It would’ve been a whole other year!”

“For me, I guess.” You shrug again. “Just another week for you. And I would’ve been cursed anyway, so it wouldn’t feel so bad.”

“Wait. Wait. Wait.” Kara stops you, looking confused. “You wanted to stay?”

“No!” You think about it for a second. “Not stay. No. Just-you know-If I had perhaps stayed longer then yeah, it would’ve been fun to learn that.”

“You can learn how to use a gun here!” Kara says, and Lena furrows her brows.

“No, she can’t.” She looks at you. “No, you can’t. Maybe when you’re older.”

“Right. Moms wouldn’t let me touch a gun either.”

“We are your moms.” It’s out of Kara’s mouth like she hadn’t given much thought to it. But you know she has, because she looks stung. You’ve noticed how she flinched every time you referred to Regina and Emma as moms, but it’s out of your mouth before you can stop yourself to think about it. For a year that’s what you’ve been saying every day. It’s hard to call them just anything else. Almost disrespectful even. But you don’t want to make Kara and Lena upset, so you have to watch out for that.

You try to say something after that. But it’s like your mind keeps erasing itself. ‘Ok, fine, sorry, sure you are momma!’ are all things that almost make it out of your mouth. Instead, you settle for, “Can I have some M&M pancakes?”

“Sure, babygirl.” Lena gets up and gets behind the counter. You go back to your phone, too embarrassed to look at Kara again. She doesn’t say anything about it either.

You talk about other things. They tell you how crazy it was to find you, and what they did all week while you were gone. Apparently it was mostly crying and blaming themselves for your disappearance.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“To school. To see Jamie and Maya.”

“Where are your glasses?” Kara asks and you touch your face to realize that you haven’t been wearing them at all.

“Ugh.” You grunt and mumble right after. “I hate those stupid glasses. Can’t believe I have to wear them again.”

You run to your bedroom and find an old pair tossed around. Stupid disguise. Stupid glasses. Stupid secret identity.

“Ok. Can I go now?” You ask when you make it back to the living room.

Lena lets out a forced smile out of her lips, and Kara gives you the most awkward thumbs up in history. Well, there’s a lot to unpack there. So maybe leave it for later.

“Hey!”

“No way in hell!” It’s Jamie’s first response when she sees you in front of your old school. “You grew taller in a week?”

“Something like that.” You smile finally looking down on her. Rao, it feels so good to finally be taller than Jamie. You’ve been hearing about it for years! “Hey, babe.”

“Holy fuck, look at you!” Maya says with the biggest smile on her face. “I don’t see you for a week and you show up here looking like a superhero!”

“Well…” You give her a little side flirty smile. “Is that a good thing?”

“You look great, babe.” Maya’s arms go around your neck and she tiptoes to kiss your mouth. You hold her by the waist, making it easier for her to kiss you.

“God, I’ve missed kissing you.” You let out after you part your lips.

“It’s been a week, stop being so melodramatic.” Jamie rolls her eyes, and you smile, letting go of Maya to hug her too.

“I’ve missed you too, dipshit.”

“Oh.” Jamie lets out a surprised sound. “I guess you’re not so dramatic then.”

You want to tell them, right there, about how it was not just a week. About your different life in the past year. But the girls from your school who used to bully you pass right next to you, and your heart beats faster anticipating the teasing.

But they don’t say a thing. In fact, what they say after they pass you, and you catch using your super hearing, is that you must be a new student. You smile, relieved. Getting taller and cutting your hair. You wish you had known it would make your life a lot easier.

“Ice-cream?” You smile at them and get positive responses at that. Two hours with them and it feels like you’ve never left. Feels good to be with them. It makes you remember that even though your life in National City is not always easy, it’s still pretty great. And that you shouldn’t take that for granted.

You and Jamie walk Maya home, and you’re not even scared of her parents' reaction anymore. It’s not like they’ll recognize you, anyway. And later, you fly Jamie back to her house. You say a quick hello to Alex and Kelly, then fly back home.

“Hey.” You throw yourself on the couch between your moms, with a smile on your face. You look at the box of donuts in front of them, just sitting there waiting for you to arrive and your smile grows wider. “Sorry I was gone for a while. But can I make it up to you both with some hugs and forehead kisses?”

“Oh! Me first!” Kara asks and you smile, throwing your arms around her, and resting your chin on her shoulders.

“You’re my mommy. No one will ever take that away from you.” You whisper in her ear, and feel Kara’s body fully relax in your embrace, while she lets out a relieved sigh.

“I love you more than words can explain it, kid.” You smile and let her go a little, just to look into her eyes.

“I know the words.” You rest your forehead against hers and smile. “You’re my heart.”

“You’re my heart, little one.”

“Can I get a sweet moment like this too?” Lena asks and you chuckle, pulling her close for a tight hug.

“You also don’t have to worry about anyone taking your place.” You say softly in her ear. “You carried me inside of you for nine months, and I’ll carry you inside of me for the rest of my life.”

“Oh God.” Lena says, choking up and wetting the back of your t-shirt with her tears. “I swear this is the loveliest thing someone has ever told me.”

“It’s true.” You smile and kiss her forehead right after. “I love you mom.”

“Oh, I love you, babygirl.”

“And we’re stronger together.” You say, and feel their arms go around you at the same time, in a family hug.

Sure you will miss being called ‘honey’ and ‘sweetheart’, but nothing beats being called ‘little one’ and ‘babygirl’. And nothing ever will. National City may not make you feel as good as Storybrooke did, but the people here surely make up for that.

[earliebirb]

Steve not noticing that he goes into Tony kisses withdrawals when Tony’s away, but the rest of the team do. Like a first if Tony is out for a day or two and Steve doesn’t get his morning kiss he’s grumpy until after lunch, so the team introduces secret “Tony is away” brunch protocols, to get it over faster. After 4 days he’s moping unless he’s training or out with friends so it’s bootcamp/friend fieldtrips time.

2 weeks where he’s not on a mission and Tony’s out of the country and so busy he can barely video chat? The rest of the team sequesters him to the couch with ice cream and tv shows that Steve would like but aren’t on the “only watch first with Tony” list.

(The list includes all Star Wars’ and Treks, LoTR, Ghibli movies, and Die Hards. Steve can watch Mike Schur shows and Game of Thrones. While Disney movies and Romcoms are allowed by Tony without him, they are banned by the team cuz Steve starts crying during them at this point in the withdrawal process)

Eventually the team just kidnaps and throws him into a Quinjet and has him surprise Tony in his hotel after 3 weeks of no Tony and no mission calls. He is intolerably whiny, has grown his depression beard, and keeps calling the president, Fury, and other country’s heads of state to see if there’s aliens attacking.

LOOK LISTEN THE FIRST TIME I RECEIVED THIS ASK I WAS LIKE WOW ARE WE THE SAME PERSON??? Because Steve-suffering-from-Tony-withdrawal is also a personal headcanon of mine that I've carried in my head for years. It's my Favorite. This ask is very fun and made me laugh a lot and I love it very, very much. Keep your brilliant ideas coming, Anon. I really love them. (I am very sorry for taking a century to go through all of them 😔) Also, since it's Steve's birthday (shhh I'm not late, what are you talking about, shhhhh), I decided to develop this lovely idea and turn it into a birthday fic! I hope you like it! 🤍

let the heart grow fonder

steve/tony, birthday fluff, established relationship, 1174 words

“Was the flight really worth it? A few more days and I would’ve been home anyway.”

“Yeah.” Steve noses the back of his ear and Tony shivers. “But I would’ve been all alone on my birthday.”

“You would hardly be alone. There’s the whole team, and besides— The entire country would practically be celebrating your birthday. Fireworks, barbecues, the whole nine yards.”

“Not the same,” Steve insists stubbornly. Tony sees Steve cupping his hands to gather some water from in front of Tony’s chest before dumping it on Tony’s head. Closing his eyes, Tony lets the warm water seep into his hair and trickle down his face, neck, and back.

He opens his eyes when he feels Steve’s fingers sweeping his hair away from his forehead. “I would trade all of it for a day of doing nothing with my fella.”

“Sweet talker.” Tony huffs. 

“‘S true.” Steve punctuates his statement with a kiss on Tony’s shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“‘S all your fault. You’re the one who was gone for a ridiculously long time.”

“Honey, trust me, if I had the choice I would much rather stay at home with you.”

Steve sighs, the sound echoing in the bathroom. “I know.”

This time, Tony cups his hands together, gathering a mountain of soapsuds. He blows on it, sending suds and bubbles flying.

“Nat told me all about it, you know.”

“About what?” Steve asks, his luscious beard tickling Tony’s temple.

“About the depression beard. All your sulking and moping. And whining.”

“I did no such things. The beard is me… trying out a new look.”

Tony snorts. “And crying.” 

“Natasha’s a lying liar,” Steve grumbles, hiding his face in Tony’s hair.

“Come on, which movie was it?”

Steve stays silent. With his movements hidden by the soapy water, Tony pokes Steve’s side stealthily.

“Ah!” Steve yelps.

“Which movie was it, baby?”

Steve huffs, resting his forehead against the back of Tony’s skull. 

And then, finally:

“Dumbo,” Steve mumbles in defeat. Tony snickers.

“Oh, honey. You’re such a softie.” Tony sighs fondly as he leans back, letting more of his weight rest against Steve’s body. He lets out a delighted hum when Steve welcomes the extra weight by snaking an arm around his waist.

“No judging,” Steve whines, and Tony grins when he can hear the pout in his voice. “You’d been gone for two weeks by then and I really missed you. Besides, you have no room to talk. Remember The Fox and the Hound?”

“Please. That’s totally different.” Tony rolls his eyes. “Anyone who doesn’t cry at The Fox and the Hound is a monster.”

Submerged up to his shoulders in warm water and pressed up against his naked husband, Tony feels well-rested and content in a way he hadn’t been for the past few weeks.

Still, they only have a few days left before they have to leave for New York, so they should probably make good use of what little time they have left in Milan. 

“I wanna take you to this really beautiful restaurant for your birthday dinner. Super romantic. We could get a private table. You’d love it.”

“Yeah?” Tony feels Steve’s hand stroking up and down his stomach.

“Mm-hm. We should probably get out soon. Get dressed. Look presentable,” Tony says, resting his head back on one of Steve’s shoulders and looking up at him.

Steve looks down at him, his unfairly long lashes wet and clumped together. For a moment, he simply stares back at Tony silently.

“What?” Tony eventually says, unable to withstand the silent scrutiny. He breaks eye contact and lifts one of his feet up and out of the water just because he can, just for something to do.

Tony watches his own foot hover above the surface of the water for a few seconds before another hairy leg breaks the surface of the water. The bigger foot settles on top of Tony’s hovering one until his leg buckles under the weight, sending the two left feet plunging back into the water.

“Rude,” Tony remarks with a frown, turning back to stare up at Steve again.

Steve is already looking at him, almost as if he never looked away in the first place.

“What?”

“Would you be mad at me,” Steve begins, one of his hands reaching up to bury itself in Tony’s damp hair, fingers lightly scratching his scalp, “if I said I’d much prefer it if we stayed in tonight and ordered room service?”

Tony leans back, incredulous. “Room service?”

Steve nods.

“For your birthday dinner?”

He nods again.

“Why?”

Steve shrugs, disturbing the water slightly with the movement. “I mean, I didn’t exactly fly all the way to Italy for the food.”

Tony softens and tries in vain to hold back his smile.

“Yeah?”

An answering smile blooms on Steve’s face. He leans in to nudge Tony’s nose affectionately with his own. “Uh-huh.”

“What did you come here for then?” Tony asks, voice dangerously low and eyes never leaving Steve’s.

“Oh.” Steve quirks an eyebrow. “Keep looking at me like that and I may just skip the room service and go straight for dessert.”

Tony smirks devilishly. “What’s stopping you?”

Blinking rapidly, Steve swallows. “Yeah?”

“I mean, you are the birthday boy.” Tony strokes the line of Steve’s throat with the back of his fingertips and watches in glee as the man shivers.

Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, Steve leans in close and—

“Actually, it’s me. I’m stopping you. I’m really craving some lasagna right now.”

Initially headed for Tony’s lips, Steve changes course and buries his face in Tony’s neck with a guttural groan. 

“Sweetheart. You’re not making things easy for me.”

Tony chuckles. “Nothing about me is easy, honey. I’m a challenge.”

“But it’s my birthday,” Steve complains, voice muffled.

“You got off an eight-hour flight, got to the hotel, and immediately napped for four hours. You haven’t had a proper meal.”

“I ate on the plane.”

“No, we need to get you some proper Italian food. Hearty, heartwarming, fulfilling.”

“Food is just food. I just wanna have you.”

“Um, excuse me? That is deeply insulting. Authentic Italian food is not just food, it’s an experience.”

“I wanna have the Tony experience.”

“You’ll get the Tony experience after you have a proper meal. Look, we can order room service, but we can’t skip dinner.” 

“Fine,” Steve grumbles, face finally emerging from its hiding place. “But can we stay like this for another fifteen minutes?”

Tony settles back against Steve’s chest and lets Steve pull him close. “Of course, birthday boy.”

Steve hums contentedly, resting his chin on the crown of Tony’s head. “You make me really happy, sweetheart. I love you.”

Tony feels Steve’s fingers interlocking on top of his stomach. He looks down, spotting the wedding ring worn on Steve’s ring finger, one that he knows is engraved with his own handwriting. 

The image of the ring is distorted by the water, but still, it glints golden. Tony smiles to himself.

“I love you, too, honey. Happy birthday.”